As much as she'd hoped for the opposite, Leanne woke just as tired as when the night had begun, just as sick as before. It wasn't even like she'd done anything particularly strenuous that night either. After being whisked away to that Arena, she'd only been able to watch the proceedings, along with that kid, whoever he was. She'd never gotten his name, had she? Or figured out just what was going on, for that matter.

But she'd still woken up, not exhausted, but wishing for a good nap nonetheless. The rash only continued to spread, too, long beyond any hope of staying neatly hidden.

Regardless of how Leanne felt though, staying in bed all day was out of the question. She wasn't going to get anywhere sulking... and the nurse would probably not be too enthused about letting her stay there anyway.

Though it was the last thing she felt like doing, and her stomach protested before even arriving, she got herself to the cafeteria and picked up some breakfast. At the very least, maybe she could find someone to talk to.

And there was someone. Slowly, she walked over to his table, flashing him a smile she hoped didn't look forced. "Morning, Guy."