When she sat down, a large object got in her way; touching the outside of her coat pocket, she remembered. It was that stupid worm thing she'd won. Christ, she didn't even want it. The only way Amber could give that thing to any of the hospital's kids was as a gag, or to dump it off in one of the wards without saying a word to anyone. She glanced at empty-handed Eric; as her stand-in knight of the evening, she'd entrusted him with safekeeping the mutant giraffe. While she couldn't have made much of a deal of presenting the monstrous purple thing either, she supposed it was symbolically appropriate Eric had failed on the one knightly endeavor she'd set him on.

Not like she'd wanted a knight, anyway.

Her ring still adorned her pinky. It was too tight and it'd get in the way, soon, so Amber slipped it off and dropped it into her pocket together with the worm. It was becoming a real zoo in there.

Amber looked ahead. They'd be back at hers, soon. And there they could just fold into one another, speak with caresses and wordless sounds. She licked her lips, sucked on her lower lip. She could almost taste Eric still. Didn’t want to wait until she could again. For now, she settled for extending a hand towards him, hoping he’d hold hers like he had on previous drives.