[ She realizes she may be more vulnerable in this moment than most others, attempting to process everything she's been told while inhibited by her own designation. If it were up to her, she'd refuse to stay here, to make a point of procuring herself some more appropriate apparel and to move without care — but the station she finds herself in limits her in more ways than she could have anticipated, the normal comforts she enjoyed without restriction now all but denied to her.

The contact of his lips against her skin is tender, and fond, and she closes her eyes instinctually, releasing an exhale she had not even been aware she was holding in. ]

Thank you. [ It bears more meaning for her now than she could ever hope to express fully, and she finally shifts to sit down now that she's assured of his remaining here with her — though the only place for her to sit comfortably is at the edge of one of the beds. ] I should consider the possibility of endearing myself to someone who could be in a position to assist. Or propose some sort of trade, though I'm afraid my skills may be limited in certain areas.