Homeward (Private)

Victoire nodded. Her head felt heavy and as if she was filled with cotton. She carefully set herself backwards, kicking off her boots. She huddled in on herself and coughed for a bit before her breathing steadied and swallowed. She fell asleep and stayed curled up like a cat on her bed. She mumbled in her sleep and her hand gripped the hilt of the sword tightly. The girl began to dream whilst she suffered.

Nightmares plagued her. She was silent and still in her sleep but her breathing caught a little from time to time. She shook and shivered until a strange warmth cast over her. She was just dreaming. Of what? The quest. The monsters from the cave lake. The cutting of her flesh by her unknown attackers. Her time in the dungeons. Her disgust at the dress she wore. She dreamt of it all.

She woke up when she heard the door close. She sat up to see him walking back in. "Wh-what happened?" asked the tired blonde. The girl looked around her, familiarising herself with everything. She had an instant headache.

She smiled weakly and got from the bed. She picked up the clothes and walked to the bathroom. She washed up using the free hotel soaps and shampoos. She looked in the mirror and was almost her old self again, minus the expensive clothes and the make up... and plus a huge gash which will turn into a scar and a paler than usual complexion. She sighed and put a hand on her face's reflection. She turned to the clothes and picked out what she found both the most fashionable together and what was comfortable. She stepped back out of the bathroom.

"Thanks..." she said and sat on the bed she had fallen asleep on. "I... Well... Can I ask why you're helping me? I could have been anyone or anything..."

She sniffed and smiled at him. "You're a good soul, Liam," Victoire told him and sat on her bed. She found the bottle of antibiotics and a bottle of water from the minibar. Muttering about paying the extra expenses, she took her medicine and enjoyed a nice ice cold drink. She looked at him. "If you get hungry, you can charge it to the card."

"I have a feeling that I'll be further along the road to recovery if I keep it up with the antibiotics," she shrugged. She sat back on the bed and looked ahead at the TV stationed between the beds and against the wall. She stared for a moment before shrugging it off. "I mean it though. Any other expenses, charge to the card. It won't make a difference."

She nodded and lay down, hugging her knees. She stared at the ceiling. Eventually, she fell asleep. Wriggling in her sleep from a nightmare, she fell off the bed. Groaning, she moved to the desk of the room and sat there for a while, looking out of the window and admiring the landscape.

"Nightmare," she said without turning to see him. "I didn't want to wake you. Sorry..."

She had her fingers of her right hand touching her neck gently. She seemed so distracted, distraught even. For a moment, the feelings lingered on her features before she turned and smiled reassuringly. "I'm fine though. I promise."

I narrowed my eyes, clearly unconvinced. "Do... You wanna talk about it?" I asked.

OOC Weh... Lousy post

"I... It's just memories of the quest. It was some scary stuff..." she said. "Being tortured, nearly eaten, humiliated..."

She shivered and her golden hair shook with her.

"Don't be. it's hardly as if you were one of those mosters who tried to rip me apart and scarred me," she said. "I used to be considered beautiful... No one's going to say that about me anymore..."

She held her hand out for balance on a wall as she coughed again, sinking to her knees.

She nodded, still coughing sickly. "I'm fine... Just fine... I-I'm just coughing," she said between coughs. "You really think I'm pretty?"

She looked at her reflection in the window. She had that horrid gash down her face, ruining and completely shattering her complexion. She had cuts up and down her arm. She was still healing...

"I think I might be sicker than I feel," she sighed and got up. She wobbled a little but eventually found enough balance to walk to the nearest chair. "I was considered pretty because people never got to know me. Never got to know Victoire Capulet. Never saw Victoire Jones..."