Lithelle supresse's a tiny moan as she subconsciously arches into the Dunmer's caress. Her lower lip finds its way between her teeth, as she inhales sharply.  It could be mistaken as a inhalation of 'pain'...but it isn't.  The Dunmer was always cold..that or she was just burning up. That could be the case. God's it was cold...and suddenly blisteringly hot. God's why was it so hot?<br/><br/>Lithelle chalks it up to a fever...a fever primarily located between her thighs. She opens her mouth to argue with the other woman, tending to her wound wasn't a matter of pride so much as it was being self sufficient! Lithelle didn't need anyone ever..and she wasn't about to start needing someone now. But...she had passed out. She might have died too if the poker had caught fire or burnt herself severely.  She could be dead right now if it wasn't for the other woman..she wasn't used to it.<br/><br/>She continues to think as she stares at the dark grey features of the other Mer. Why was this woman so captivating? So damned kind to her? And bloody hell..why was it so blasted hot in the small bedroom? Her lower lip pulled between her teeth, she looks up at the other woman...staring.  She of course doesn't notice she's staring until moments later. .. "I can sit up..I think.." she insists very very quietly. "Thankyou for your help Kalith.."  Lithelle swallows hard and arches her back again slowly moving in a bit as she blushes. " I..um....I just didn't want to be a burden on ..anyone. "  She admits as deliberately averts her gaze , fighting every urge in her body...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>