Aaliyah stepped back out of her tent and looked over at Rica and chuckled softly and laid a spare outfit down near her and walked towards the stream herself with a whisper of cloth and jiggling bells, and her fresh clothes in her arms. As Aaliyah walked to the edge of the stream she recalled images of her dead mother, father, and older twin brother. Silent tears began to pour down her cheeks but she didn't even lift her hand to wipe them away. she laid her new clothes on a rock near the edge of the water, and she slowly reached down and felt the large scar on her thigh that had never fully healed. 'I promise you have not died in vane my family.' she thought then stepped out into the water to clean herself and the clothes the wore for the day. When she stepped back out of the water she changed her clothes and walked back to her camp. She walked to her tent and slipped inside and curled up and went to sleep.