Something had brushed her cheek. Something was...tender. It wiped her tears away, carefully as if trying not to awaken her from her sleep. But it had tickled her cheek, and she rolled away with a groan, revealing the bruised cheek from her father's discipline.<br/><br/>She thought she'd heard footsteps moving away. Had Henrik come to check on her? What if it had been Lorenso? She wasn't certain, but whatever it was left and she began to slip inside the warm comforts of sleep. However it wasn't too long before she felt the slight sting of a poultice to her cheek. She began to stir more, now beginning to come out of her sleep.<br/><br/>"Go away..." she groaned. "I don't want to put on another goddamn dress and if father catches you in here you'll be whipped Henrik." she muttered beginning to turn her head as her eyelids showed signs of opening.