She lies down and tries not to think about anything in particular. She mostly manages; she has a lot of practice, even if she is kind of rusty at it.

Taliar conflictedly attempts to sleep.

He does not succeed in getting his healing aura to persist through it, but he does eventually succeed in sleeping.

She manages to fall asleep before he does.

She wakes up before he does, too, which isn't very pleasant at all, but she stays quiet and stays in bed.

And then Taliar wakes up and so does the golden light.

Oh good.

There was a bathroom, right? She will go check it out; she could really use a shower.

There's a bathroom! There's even running water! This planet doesn't seem to have invented the shower yet, but she could have a bath.

And then she's all clean and wearing fresh clothes and everything.

And then she heads back to her room, and if nobody's there she starts going through her pack; it got a little disorganized while she was hiding and she wants to make sure it's in order while they're on the road.

Nobody's in her room. It vaguely sounds like maybe there's people in the other room, which would make sense since Taliar is obviously awake and he slept there.

She will deal with the existence of other people when she has to, but she doesn't yet.

Clothes are repacked, with the dirty outfit wrapped in a plastic bag; books are tucked neatly underneath them. The sunglasses and earplugs she dithers over briefly, but packs away as usual, along with her first aid kit and the remnants of her travel food. She leaves the tablet and its charger and her stash of money on the table; she suspects they're useless here, but it probably won't hurt anything to check.

Someone knocks tentatively on the connecting door between this room and the next.

She startles, waits a moment for whoever's knocking to come in, and then when it's clear that that's not happening, she goes to open it, looking somewhat bemused.

It's Taliar.

"Hi."

"Hi." She goes and sits down with her hands in her lap.

"...so we're leaving soon and I'd like to offer you breakfast before we go but - something happened last night with dinner that I didn't understand but it didn't seem good - um, I want you to have access to as much food as you want and I don't want you to have to be stressed out about eating it, do you think there's a way to make that happen..."

She peers at him, confused.

He is also kind of confused. They can be confused together.

"You want...?"

"I want - I want you to be okay, in general, and one kind of okayness is having enough food. My healing aura does a lot but people still more or less need to eat."

She peers at him, confused but thoughtful. "Not goona starve," she offers.

"Yeah, I know," he says, "you actually can't, for as long as you're in my healing aura, it's still—" he trails off with a helpless shrug.

She considers this, looks at her hands, considers it some more.

"Usually..." she trails off, waits a couple seconds before continuing. "If we're... hungry, it's, easier to make us do things."

"Oh," says Taliar.

"...that's really not okay."

"Yeah."

"Hard to... feel, safe, breaking rules. If someone sees. Or knows."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Sorry. Know it... hurts."