Aria took in the way that his clothes clung to him, along with how miserable he looked and smiled softly. “Scholar informed me that touching you was a terrible idea in time. I was not burnt.” She sent a breeze towards him to play in his feathery hair, helping it dry off, while she walked towards the closet and searched for the sheets. “Would it help to talk about it?” She asked, knowing that some people found discussing dreams comforting. While she waited for a reply she began placing the new sheets on the bed.