Weeks of hardship is nothing in comparison to some of the other things she's gone through, and yet... this particular set of time feels like it lasted so much longer, too. Inej is exhausted and it's obvious just looking at her. She's been cleaned up, her injuries tended to, and a cure that tasted bitter and sour had cleared up the remaining cloudiness that had settled over her since the ritual.

She's curled up under a blanket when Jesper walks in, looking rather penitent. She can't help the tiny curl of one corner of her mouth at that apology. She knows he doesn't mean it as a joke, and she's far too tired to bother arguing the point about apologies like she usually might, so instead she just says, "Mati en sheva yelu."

The burn on her wrist is bandaged with a healing salve- probably a scar, they said, but at least it won't stay infected. She reaches her hand toward him, fingers wiggling in an expectant sort of way. Come closer. Be here with me.