Abida smiled and caught her breath. "Maybe sit?" She wondered if Lilla is sore at all, after all going from no dance experience to doing modestly well was a huge leap. "I know I am thirsty," she said with a nod and a re-affirming look to Sister Naser wondering what she wanted to do. She was not much accustomed to taking such a lead, Sister Naser seem to differ such decision making to her. What were her needs? An odd thought for someone who spends much of her time trying to discern what others needed. Did they need a bath? A shot? What color pill? What hurts? How does this feel? Yes, Water or something to drink is what Abida wanted "Lets see if we can get something to drink, thirsty dancers are no good."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>