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Ara twinged at Hawke's words. They were harsh enough to make the innocent cringe from hearing him. But his next words softened her ridgidness. [/color=green]"Somewhere safe."[/color] She murmured to herself. She pretended Kyra wasn't there while not doing the best job of it by tilting her head slightly away from the psychotic villainess feining innocence. It didn't take special abilities to sense that this woman did not like her, and clearly was the type to hold a grudge. So she rewarded her fake display of protectiveness with an equally convincing yet far more subtle return of assistance. [/color=green] "You stand out even more than me." [/color] She responds while at the same time pulling out the dusty, earthy scented spare clothes to offer to Kyra. By the way Kyra dressed, it was clear she wouldn't be caught dead in long stored away thrift store clothing. They were becoming fast 'frienemies'.

The clothes were actually supposed to be for Kisa since she looked like she would be the one who actually needed them and possibly Edur. She didn't pursue the big feline when she walked away. A nervous pang in the back of her mind held her in place. It was best not to bother another angry cat. She looked back down at her hand full of old clothes, suddenly feeling a bit idiotic for still holding onto them. They didn't smell bad, but they weren't fresh either. It wouldn't be a surprise if no one wanted them even though they needed them. She looked at Edur with uncertainty. They both looked at eachother with an equal amount of nervousness. A wrinkled up jacket from the pile is seperated and takes a few seconds to offer it to Edur. If the jacket is not taken from her hand after a few moments her hand will drop and simply let the jacket fall to the ground. Either way she starts to open and close her hand while rubbing her wrist with the other. Her joints were bothering her.

She resigned herself to sitting back down. The blood from the cut on her shoulder dried to her shirt acting like glue; which tugged at her wound if she turned a certain way. Which, made her keep still, almost like a statue. A hand drew her gaze up at Dray. The act surprises her enough to make her jump slightly. Beforehand she looked as though she had missed the city bus and already half accepted that she would be left there. Her eyes looked around a little more openly to see what was around her, and who. Olek was climbing into the truck. The truck already looked rather full. Her hand slowly opens and reaches out to take Dray's to help her up. Ara's skin felt unusually warm to the touch but dry. Similar to, but not quite like a fever. A sense of relief ran through her when she was helped into the back of the truck which had more room than inside.

She wasn't on the inside, but she was with the group. She would be thankful for at least that. It was then that the thought of being left behind really scared her. And shortly after settling in, a soft groan escapes her lips and she immediately passes out from exhaustion. Her breathing slowed to a steady pace.