[ Slowly she begins to untangle herself, a meticulous withdraw from her ( feels more like threads being unravelled, trying to find the beginning from the end to the knotted frayed mess the night before had left them all ). Pulls herself up over Idle, her hand settling flat to the bed beside her waist, - and another lingering moment to lean down and give her another kiss. Light and brief before she sits up on the edge of the bed. Hair a tussled mess and a short tug to pull her shirt back down where it had ridden up with sleep. ]
(I got some things ready for you. )
[ A nod then, to the desk, and there's soaps, all of them in pretty bottles, and promising to smell sweet ( some need to wipe away the stains of the night before ). A towel as well. Before she reaches back to give Ilde her hands to help her sit up where she knows she's feeling the aches and pains of the night before. ]
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( I got some things ready for you. )
[ A nod then, to the desk, and there's soaps, all of them in pretty bottles, and promising to smell sweet ( some need to wipe away the stains of the night before ). A towel as well. Before she reaches back to give Ilde her hands to help her sit up where she knows she's feeling the aches and pains of the night before. ]