After a little while, Natasha called for me, so I went over to see what she needed.
The moment I saw her, I could tell that she was exhausted.
Actually, calling her exhausted probably would not have been enough to describe it properly. Natasha looked completely worn out, almost haggard, and it was honestly the first time I had ever seen her in that condition. She had been pulling all-nighters practically since the moment I got to know her, and somehow, she had always managed to keep herself together despite barely getting any proper sleep. This time, however, the bags under her eyes were impossible to miss, and her usually composed expression looked noticeably more tired than usual.
