[ muggy mess indeed, but it still feels nice to be clean, the smell of crisp, fresh linen far more inviting than her previous sweat and dirt and blood eau de alisaie. ]
No.. not really.
[ which is odd enough, really. she's had nothing to drink in quite some time, and for as warm as it is, how sick she is, and hard the journey had been you would think her all but desperate for water. but.. she's not. what she wants more than anything is to lie back, to stop moving for awhile, to sleep.
with slow, careful movements she shakes out her hair and pulls it over one shoulder to keep the damp mass of it off of the sheets and - oh. sheets. these are a mess, dirty and crusted with dried blood. a soldier's work is never done. pulling the pillow into her lap, she tugs away the bloodstained case. ]
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No.. not really.
[ which is odd enough, really. she's had nothing to drink in quite some time, and for as warm as it is, how sick she is, and hard the journey had been you would think her all but desperate for water. but.. she's not. what she wants more than anything is to lie back, to stop moving for awhile, to sleep.
with slow, careful movements she shakes out her hair and pulls it over one shoulder to keep the damp mass of it off of the sheets and - oh. sheets. these are a mess, dirty and crusted with dried blood. a soldier's work is never done. pulling the pillow into her lap, she tugs away the bloodstained case. ]
I'm just tired.