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Noting Mati's knit brow of concern only made the fae feel even worse. With such a strong sense of pride like the one Ghita had, she allowed no one to donate their pity, let alone their aid in any way. It was likely for the better that the fae had remained unconscious for the most part, while Dawali helped her injuries, or she was certain her pride would've gotten in the way. But like a neon sign above her head, her injuries and her bandages screamed 'invalid' to anyone who even looked at the fae. Pressing her ebony lips together in discomfort, this time of the mental variety, Ghita let herself lose herself in the simplicity of the conversation between the two faes.
"Oh... did you find anything interesting?" The start to her speech wasn't for Ghita's lack of graciousness, but it had taken the fae a few moments for all of the details to register. Jazper was usually the one to run patrols around Crimson Dreams' borders, but of course, he couldn't now that he had pups to look after. In Ghita's sluggish frame of mind, she hadn't made the connection between Jazper watching the kids and him being unable to run patrols - as long as she'd been in Crimson Dreams, the ebony male had always been out, keeping her and her pack safe as could be.
Precariously returning the smile Mati gave her, she let the emotion spread across her face a few centimeters each way, fighting to keep the smile from turning into a grimace that the wounds demanded. Letting Mati's speech sink in, suddenly the task became all the harder. It was true, her whole body itched with the need to be free and able to move around, but that was nothing that Mati could help her with, unless she could find some magical potion that could heal her even faster. And the fact that the younger fae could recognize such helplessness in the older femme... that made her wounds hurt all the more painfully.
Quietly, she shook her head, letting the slim wisps of hair fall around her shoulders without making a sound. "I'm okay, thank you. Although the company is much appreciated." Letting her guard down for that moment, Ghita managed to show Mati in those few words the second nature of her pain. In her confined bed rest, something that everyone took for granted - company - slipped away as those who could give it spent their time elsewhere.
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