Something was being pressed against her lips, a glass, it was water. She sat up straighter, the hand behind her head helping her do so, and she desperately drank the rest of it down.
Her arms were at her sides and she opened her eyes, realizing she could see. She was in front of her and from her blown senses, she could feel she was sticky and sore. Her voice, a sound barely there, escaped her lips.
“I want to rinse off.” Her head fell back into her pillow and a few minutes later, arms carried her to the tub. She could recognize the faint scent of rose petals and she was taken into the water, the heat shocking her skin. She winced and was submerged up to her neck, turning, eyes closed, her hand finding Amber's side.