Sniffling while still experiencing hiccups almost imperceptibly, Arya, now seated on the edge of Amaris's bed, dabbed her eyes with the handkerchief the wolf had handed to her.
The silky blue material, with undertones of purple and gold, felt incredibly soft as it caressed her cheeks. Realizing that the girl who had cried so much now had hiccups, Amaris sighed and poured a glass of water from the jar on the bedside table.
"I might be damned for life if Miss Laura sees you like this after leaving here, Arya," he remarked as he handed her the glass.
Grasping the cup with both hands, Arya took a gulp of water, allowing the refreshing taste to rush down her throat. A few drops slipped down the sides of her chin, slightly dampening the collar of her onesie.
