She bit her tongue from snapping at him, and paused for a moment before dropping the void, groaning slightly as the full force of the headache hit her, almost making her black out. As it was, she staggered uncertainly, taking a deep breath.
She leaned against him unsteadily, her face pale. "You gotta.... you gotta make me mad... if we're up against Michael..." she muttered. "You gotta make me really angry."
"I'm okay," she said, shaking her head slowly, but holding onto him to keep herself from falling. "I'm alright."
She nodded slightly, still wobbling and leaning against him for support. "Is there anything else you can teach me?"
"I'm actually okay, though," she complained, wobbling dangerously as she tried to steady herself. "My head just hurts..."
She yawned, nodding slightly. "I feel badly for Warner. I keep falling asleep so early because of training," she said with a small laugh.