Dragging the bath into the newcomer’s room, she noticed Nathan come up the stairs to enter his own room, already mostly dry. Her brows furrowed at how he could have dried himself already, then remembered the dish towels. She clicked her tongue to herself, leaving the room to fetch the water. Once again, coming back to bring the hot water with which to fill the bath, she passed Nathan on his way out of the room in new clothes. Well, that saves her a second trip of moving heavy things. She placed the buckets of water next to the tub, pouring one of them inside and leaving the other to side.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, she made her way to her bedroom, and plopped herself down on her bed to rest a moment. Before she could get comfortable though, the sound of her stomach growling filled the room. The thought of her barely eaten breakfast crossed her mind. “Ugh....that explains a lot...” the weakness, the irritability, also still kinda hungover though she didn’t show it outwardly a few moments before, wracked at her...she held her stomach, deciding not to move right away, finding the bed more preferable, at least for now.