[When you've got so much fluff like Rey, your hair always needs a brush. How Atem tolerates his crazy mop is beyond her.

[Not long after he heads for the kitchen, she finally sits upright, shifting on the floor so her back is up against the bed. With the door open a crack, she can get a slight peak at the kitchen area.]

Only the most heinous crime of trying to get out of bed. [Rey says dryly as she rubs her temples.] There's some... tea in there. That someone left for me. Helps with the pain.

[Because having a cup of Carlisle's drug tea is such a good idea.]