[ Rest comes all too easily for M'ahina. The facility gets quite cold at night owing to little protection from the elements, and she awakens more curled into her blanket than she started -- wrapped around it rather than draped over her, as most people would. But as the sun rises, the spot transforms from cool stone to a patch of warm light, and she awakens well rested and refreshed. More so than she has been in some time, as it seems the headache that's been plaguing her since arrival has finally broken.
A glance at her companion shows him to still be asleep, and rather than waking him, she hops to her feet and starts the fold up the blanket. From sheer force of habit, she finds herself asking if any of their fellow refugees need any assistance and finds herself quite busy in a series of menial tasks, though unlike home, it is not customary to reward such services here. She finds she doesn't care much; it will keep her occupied until either Ardbert wakes up or she grows bored and wants to move on to things of greater import. Though hopefully it's the former. ]
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A glance at her companion shows him to still be asleep, and rather than waking him, she hops to her feet and starts the fold up the blanket. From sheer force of habit, she finds herself asking if any of their fellow refugees need any assistance and finds herself quite busy in a series of menial tasks, though unlike home, it is not customary to reward such services here. She finds she doesn't care much; it will keep her occupied until either Ardbert wakes up or she grows bored and wants to move on to things of greater import. Though hopefully it's the former. ]