The warm water relaxed Aramay enough to ease the balled up tension she held. She gathered that Olek's comment likely followed the same train of thought as her own. Her eyes drifted closed until she heard Olek walk out of the room.
I don't want to hear any more about anyone "staying" in a place like that.
Even Alieen had already developed a protective nature over Ara. Here Ara not only proved her inability of being a threat, but also that she was being almost pitied. Now she found herself wondering why she still felt like she lost.
As Alieen helped the unsteady Ara to her feet, the stiff joints in her long toes popping under her weight. It was a fairly quiet walk to the room, she found herself resting her head against Ali, shivering lightly. It was a challenge to keep herself awake before she made it to the bed. By the time her body touched the bed sheets though the 'growing pains' prevented her from drifting off completely. Allowing her to idly watch Alieen pick out clothes for her through squinted eyes. If she got much worse she wouldn't be able to dress herself. She tries to remember what it was like to not feel so ill.
Noticing that the room went quiet, Aramay looked up to find that Alieen had left at some point without her noticing. She couldn't tell if she had fallen asleep or if she was that out of it. Attempting to sit up straight causes her to wince due to the pain in her back. Sitting quietly, she eventually reached over to pick up one of the clean articles of clothing. It would take a lot of effort and moments of simply resting while awkwardly positioned in various states of dress till she would at least look decent.
It felt strange being in such clean conditions again. The fabric wasn't scratchy, the bed was soft and the room was warm. A frown remained on her pained face. It was so quiet. The only energy she had left went into curling herself up with the blankets tightly wrapped around her entire body in a pile of waded up fabric on the matress.