Eugh...
Defeated she slipped the key in, a tiny clink sounding followed by the thunk of the door closing swiftly behind. Her mask was first to come off; a gaunt expression revealing itself before the last wafts of vinegar escaped her nose. Trudging on over to the stairwell she would then take to removing her boots, bare footed she plodded softly upstairs. Tired hands came up to loosen her ribbons, threads of hair fell loose in a mess over her shoulders. At the foot of her bed she simply slumped, eventually curling on up sniffling. The tiniest of smiles graced her lips as she felt a familiar hand threading through her hair, curling itself around several of her locks. Raising her own hand on up to meet it she would guide it on down to wrap herself up in like a blanket. There were no rashes, no itches... just .. she didn't know. Her eyes fell shut and silence ensued.
She came to, birds chirped away in the distance. The faint smell of honey lighting up her senses as she opened her eyes to a pot of tea and small plate of cakes. Adjusting herself she sat up a little more, going to pour herself a cup and bring it over to her lips. The liquid not quite hot enough to scald but hot enough to warm her insides. She new moments like these wouldn't last but she savoured them neverless. Despite the uplift in spirits, she knew deep down enough that she wasn't going to be able to work for awhile. She couldn't afford to collapse on duty not when lives were on the line.
@Angelus_Sai
