Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-28358106-20181014025627

(Hound/Imperia) After about ten minutes, heavy footfalls can be heard down the hallway. Ferra reappears, small white bundles in her arms.

"Found some," she says, a lilt in her voice. It's forced, however. The weight of the situation downstairs, along with the sounds of more people arriving, has set her worry on edge. She breathes deep and exhales rapidly, forcing a smile to her face.

"For you," she says, holding up a small white slip dress. Being so small, it obviously belongs to Aegis, not being tiny enough for Gemmi. It looks as if it would be a bit large on Layoka, but it has plenty of ribbon to cinch it up where needed.

"And you." She holds up a similar dress, probably belonging to Regina. She folds the dresses back up and sets them on a shelf, and, with a small smile, picks up a washcloth and steps over to kneel behind Imperia.

Without saying anything, she dips the cloth in the hot, sudsy water, and begins gently washing her upper back and shoulders. This time, her movements aren't so sure, and she seems hesitant, though whether it's from a reluctance to be too rough is unknown. Regardless, she helps Imperia wash where she might be too stiff to reach.

Ferra herself moves somewhat automatically. Her mind is increasingly on the goings on downstairs, and while she is trying hard to preoccupy her mind, it's becoming more difficult for her by the minute. The fact that Imperia and Layoka are in such poor shape isn't helping, and she tries to focus on her task, knowing that she would be useless in almost every other capacity in the overall situation.