Moresome May: "I wish I could understand."

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Daphne thinks that she might be close to losing her mind. No matter how long she stares at the page, the words refuse to make sense. Her sleep deprivation is to blame, but she doesn't care. It doesn't make the stupid blurry words any less frustrating. With a groan, she slams the book shut.

Blaise and Theo look up from their spots on the sofa. "Something wrong?" Blaise asks, and the hesitation in his tone is almost comical. Almost. Not today.

Daphne holds up the textbook on advanced healing, a scowl twisting her cherry painted lips. "I wish I could understand," she sighs, dropping the book unceremoniously back onto the table with a loud, clattering thud. "I need to understand. My career literally depends on this." Her voice cracks, her tone bordering on frantic.

She knows she's being ridiculous. While it is definitely important that she learns this, she knows it isn't the end of the world. Her final Healer examines are still a month away; she has plenty of time. But logic doesn't matter. She's been obsessing over this, studying well into the night, trying to be nothing short of perfect.

Her boyfriends exchange glances before nodding. Blaise climbs to his feet, clapping his hands together. "Right," he says, moving closer and pressing a kiss to Daphne's forehead. "I'll put the kettle on."

"Something soothing," Theo adds, waving his wand and casting a Summoning Charm. "A nice chamomile with honey, perhaps?"

"Perfect," Blaise agrees before disappearing into the kitchen.

Before Daphne can ask, Theo reaches up and catches the Summoned quilt. He closes the distance between them and helps Daphne to her feet before draping the quilt over her thin shoulders. "Come on," he says. "You need to rest."

"I'll rest when I'm dead," she grumbles.

Theo sighs and shakes his head. He gets a strong grip on her and pulls her away before she can protest. "That might be sooner than you think if you keep abusing yourself like this," he tells her, guiding her to the couch and coaxing her to take a seat. "Bettering yourself is all fine and well, babe, but you have to take care of yourself too."

Daphne wants to argue. He doesn't understand. She just wants to be a Healer! Why is that turning into such a big deal?

As though he can read her thoughts, Theo shakes his head and strokes her dark curls. "I know you like to push yourself," he tells her, "but you have to remember that you have limits. You're allowed to pace yourself, Daph. It's okay."

Blaise appears with a tray laden with teacups and leftover ginger biscuits. Though she still wants nothing more than to return to her studies, her stomach growls. She can't remember if she's eaten anything at all since lunch.

Maybe Theo is right. Maybe she has been too hard on herself.

Blaise sets the tray on the coffee table and sits beside her. "I'll be damned," he muses, his full lips quirking into a smirk. "You actually got through to her? Didn't use the Imperius Curse, did you?"

Theo snorts. "It was tempting," he says. "But she wasn't terribly stubborn for once."

Daphne rolls her eyes and snatches up a biscuit, nibbling it with a satisfied sigh. It's hard to admit it, but her lovers are right: she does need to take a break. Her body and mind have been under so much stress lately, and it feels good to actually slow down and relax again. She's only happy that she has two amazing men who are quick to make sure she's okay. Though she'll never admit it, she would probably have self-destructed without them.

"Thanks, guys," she says, kissing them each on the cheek.

It's the closest she'll ever come to admitting they're right.