Kaede fetches a towel and some pyjamas and—" When I said 'make yourself at home' I meant it, feel free to raid the fridge or explore or whatever. Er, I don't have a TV, though, but I have books." She gestures in the direction of a bookshelf.

"I got used to... Not doing things."

"If you prefer so," she shrugs, and into the bathroom she goes.

...She gets a snack from the kitchen. First snacky thing that jumps out of her. And picks an entirely random book and reads.

It's a book about beetles! There are many of those.

Beetles. A plausible thing for the genie who rescued her to be thinking about.

...Oh look she's crying again. Over a book about beetles. Because of what it shows about the effort Kaede went through.

There are so many books about beetles, she doesn't even know.

(Well, she might, if she counts. There are twenty-three of them. And a couple about the Salem witches' trials.)

She reads each title, then starts slowly paging through the one in her hands, smiling.

Other than beetles and witches Kaede's interests include genies, Spirit Bearers, physics, pure maths, and econ.

Good for Kaede. Terrana is paging through this book, enjoying looking at the illustrations, enjoying the feel and sound and smell of paper, enjoying the sensation of trying to process new information of all things.

And after a bit Kaede leaves the bathroom in a frilly nightgown.

"All yours if you want, and otherwise I think I'm gonna occupy that couch and pass out."

"No. I'm - this body is barely four hours old. Still clean. And I think a shower would be... Too much sensory input. In the morning maybe."

She reshelves the book.

She nods. "Whatever will make you most comfortable."

Terrana pokes the bed. Then she lays on the bed, over the covers. Then she realizes pillows are a thing and rolls over several times to get her head on one. (Her raiment manages to come through this without getting tangled or rumpled, because magic.)

There is also a wardrobe that probably contains the clothes Kaede said she was free to borrow.

Nope. She's laying on the bed in full raiment. Not used enough to the idea of being alive to feel like thinking about clothes.

She will be undisturbed.

And get to sleep, eventually. Dreams are new too.

(The raiment disappears some time during the night, but at least she managed to get tangled in enough of the covers for a little modesty by then.)

No one will wake her.

She's up very early. She brings her raiment back up with a glance at Kaede, relieved to find her still asleep. She reads that econ book lying in bed, by a tiny magic light.

...Right. She needs food, and to use bathrooms, again, now. Food and a glass of water first. She tries to be quiet during the whole procedure.

When she's woken up Kaede is up, too, blinking blearily and yawning. "'Morning."

"Good morning. I've made pancakes." Kaede didn't have pancake mix. But she did have flour, eggs, and other necessary miscellany.

"...nice. Thank you."

"Cooking again is interesting."

"I'm glad you're liking being alive again," she says, getting pancakes.