As Ara knew Mercury and Faolan were both tending to her parents, she knew she did not have to worry about them as much as she did. They had kept away from the others during the plague, and she was thankful -- getting so sick for them meant certain death, and Ara was not yet ready for that day. Truthfully, she didn't know if she would ever be ready, but she knew she didn't want to see them go like this.
It didn't take long for Novel to stir as well, and she sighed, wishing she had not awoken her. She'd been hoping to go and find some food for her, and perhaps drop something off for her parents as well, but now that she was awake she wouldn't feel right leaving her. Slowly she turned her head to gaze at Novel, eyes still slowly adjusting to the still-dark skies. The girl still had not yet fully recovered, though the seizures had faded and the blood no longer ran from her eyes. She seemed much more calm now, but her body was still not as well as she had hoped.
"Wait," she spoke in hushed tones, as though she might awaken someone if she spoke louder. The dusk was serene, and she felt uncomfortably disturbing the silent lands. "Let me help." Slowly she rose to meet Novel where she lay, pressing her weight lightly into her and hoping she could help her walk to the den's entrance. She wasn't sure if that was where she wanted to be, but it seemed appropriate. After all, the scene was lovely, with dull colors beginning to peek over the horizon, though the sky was still dark and the stars were unwilling to fade just yet.
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