O'kano sleeps the sleep of one who's basically passed out, and that's not far from the truth; with the amount of alcohol he consumed the night before, it's not all that surprising that the bronzerider sleeps so deeply. So Puo doesn't stir from his snug place beside the brownrider, not even when T'ela's hand comes into contact with his body, or when she speaks.

T'ela peeks at O'kano as no response is forthcoming, and lets out what could be interpreted as a sigh of relief. Wincing, she starts to pull her body away ever so slowly, though sleep- and alcohol-fogged nerves don't exactly respond to their fullest. Lip is chewed on as she ever so slowly sits up, clutching the corner of a blanket to her chest, and scans the weyr for her clothes - and leaves a rapidly cooling spot on the bed behind.

Finally, Puo's begun to awake. And awaken he does, little by little: he shifts, half-turning towards T'ela, and grumbling an incoherent protest as that blanket she steals just happens to be one of the ones that he was relying on for warmth. And that'll do it -- where a touch doesn't wrest him from sleep, the removal of his heat-sources will. O'kano's eyes haven't opened yet, though, for the waking up process is painfully slow, and he hasn't quite gotten to the fully functioning level.

T'ela panics at the sound of rousing from the bronzerider, and completely rolls out of bed, dropping into a crouch with a reflexive, though stifled, curse at the shock of the cold floor. A groping hand around the general area to the side of the bed produces an oversized, knitted yellow sweater, which is promptly slipped on over her head - it's better than nothing, at least. Half-rising, she peeks at Puo wistfully from over the bed, but lets out a soft sigh and continues the search for her scattered clothing, feeling her blurried way across the floor foot by foot.

If nothing else managed to fully awaken the bronzerider, that thump of brownrider rolling out and her curse did, and it registers. So, reluctantly, O'kano opens his eyes a slit, and attempts to sit up to investigate -- and promptly falls back with a groan. "Mmmmph. My /head./" Eyes snap shut, and he buries his head in his pillow, muttering a few choice words of his own along with the required: "Oooowww." Hangovers -- especially big ones like Puo's got -- are anything but fun.

"Shardit, shardit, shardit..." Tae does manage to find several other articles of clothing which are deftly slipped on, though the leather pants continue to elude her - black can be hard to find in relative darkness, especially when one can't quite see straight. A worried glance is directed towards Puo - she can't help but stare for a moment - before she drops down to sit on the floor by the foot of the bed and curls her knees up beneath her chin; maybe she can just hide right here until he goes back to sleep.

O'kano heard that. And he's not about to go back to sleep, no matter how much he'd like to, when he hears T'ela's voice and recognizes it as hers. Unwillingly, the head lifts from pillow just a little, and he attempts to peer over, not seeing her thanks to blurred vision, darkness, and her hiding skills. With a tone both severely shocked and confused, he ventures, "T'ela? What're you doing here?" After a pause, another groan emits from Puo's spot and there's an audible thump as head hits pillow for a second time -- his memory's been restored, although perhaps only in bits and pieces. But it's enough for him to answer his own question. "/Faranth./" Then, again: "/Ow./"

T'ela ducks her head down, though to little effect now that she's been spotted; she doesn't dare turn around, though, now that Puo's paying attention to her, but rather mumbles, "Well..." Her memory is just fine, for better or for worse, and it shows in the absolutely miserable expression that, thankfully, the bronzerider can't see. "I... didn't want to bother-- wake you... I was just... leaving..." Whenever she finds the rest of her clothes, that is.

O'kano's response? The same as before. "/Faranth./ /Ow./" He adds on, though, muttering into his pillow, "Of all the sharding stupid things..." A pause, then he hisses out, "Shut /up,/ Jharzeth." Apparently, the still-sulky dragon said something to the effect of 'told you so,' forgetting his plan not to speak with his lifemate. "Owwwww. My head."

If wishes came true, undoubtedly Tae would've sunk down into the floor by now. But, unfortunately, she's trapped, and not quite sure what to do about it, to say the least. "Umm... yeah. Stupid," is echoed weakly as she gropes around the side of the bed and finally encounters the pants. A grunt as they're slipped on as best she can without rising, and she murmurs, "I know, I know... I'm sorry." But sorry for what?

And meanwhile, O'kano suffers from both mental and physical anguish. But at least he's not attempting to locate T'ela visually; he's still got his face buried in the pillow and eyes squeezed shut as tight as they'll go. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," he grumbles; he'd probably be thumping his head, too, if the head awful. But it is, and every so often he lets out another whimpered, "Ow." Then, as another thought passes through the pain-fogged mind, Puo emits another unhappy sound and notes, mostly to himself, "Deinha is going to /murder/ me."

T'ela risks a glance up at the bronzerider, and slumps as she realizes he's *not* looking at her. Rising swiftly, she finishes dressing with shaky movements. But even the already rather pathetic on her face falters yet more at Puo's railing - she might've been expecting something, but probably not quite like this - prompting her to offer softly, "It... it must have been my-- my fault." Gaze is turned devoutly away from the bronzerider once more as she circles back to the foot of the bed, dropping back to the floor to wrestle with her boots. "I didn't mean..." But she merely breaks off with a wavery sigh.

That's the conclusion that O'kano's already reached, although he hadn't voiced his opinion aloud. Now he does, though, snapping out, "Sharding right it is. I'm the one who never, ever drinks anything. You should've /known/..." He trails off, leaving that half-finished, but the accusitory tone holds as he starts again, muttering, "/You/ don't seem to have a horrible headache like me." And that applies what, exactly? To Puo, it's got something to do with the belief that the poor, inebriated bronzerider was somehow taken advantage of. He misses all of those glances, lying face-down on the bed with his pillow half wrapped around his head.

T'ela can't help but snap back bitterly as she pulls on one boot, "Should've known not to trust you, maybe? It's not my fault you *drank*." Even though she probably hasn't any right to be yelling - or merely talking rather loudly, for yelling would be the death of her - she does so anyways. "As if you'd care if I did.." That vein continues to jump spasmodically in her temple, though she grits her teeth and does her best to pretend she isn't sore in the head and otherwise wounded. "I think... I far prefer you drunk," is half-hissed between her teeth. "You're a lot more honest." And otherwise more fun, but then, she won't go there just yet.

"Hey." Volume control! Puo winces, although the motion is most likely hidden from sight. "Mind talking a little quieter, maybe?" He responds a moment later, after the pain has reduced a little, and shoots back, "Trust me how? Trust me to be the same now as when I'm..." O'kano hesitates, not quite able to say the word "drunk," and substitutes, "...not thinking clearly? You should know better than that." As a final reply, he amends T'ela's statement, stating, "I'm a lot more stupid."

T'ela stomps on the other boot, anger mounting as a rather good defence against feeling hurt. "Maybe," is snapped, though she does lower her voice grudgingly. "No, you're honest," is the hot insistence. "You sharding well can't prevericate when you can't think, can you." The words are a little slurred yet as a result of the hangover, but most definately intelligable. Rising, arms are folded across her chest. "But then.. I don't know what I was thinking." Or wasn't thinking, however the case may be. Regardless, she swallows past the sudden lump in her throat, and turns away, repeating, "I should go.."

"What'd I say that was so honest?" O'kano wants to know, tone rising heatedly in spite of his desire for quiet, barely-above-a-whisper words. "What was so honest that I haven't said before?" He forcibly lowers his own volume, inhaling swiftly through gritted teeth. "Yeah, well, I don't know what you were thinking either." In a very Puo-like fashion, he attempts to place all the blame as far away from himself as possible; in this case, it's T'ela. He turns his head just a little, peeking out at the brownrider as he agrees, "Maybe you should."

T'ela shakes her head - perhaps too quickly, for it prompts an off-balance stagger - and replies softly, "Just... forget it. It doesn't matter anyways..." A final, sickly pathetic glance is directed at the bronzerider before she begins to stumble her way out towards the ledge, where a flurry of wings and scraping of talons indicates that her ride has arrived. "... I know. I don't know how I could've thought such a thing though.." What was that nonsense? Whatever it was to mean, though, she's not about to elaborate. "I *will*." There's no 'I'll see you', or 'Feel Better', only a mumbled, "'Bye..." as she finally reaches the curtains.

There isn't any sort of farewell that issues from O'kano; his head has returned to the original position, and he's more concerned with relieving his massive headache than responding to T'ela. And if his silence indicates anything, it's that he's extremely not-happy. But that probably could've been guessed at.