"Oh! I unpacked some fizzy drinks from one of the boxes," she says, feeling silly for not bringing a bottle up with her.
"I'll bring you some," he says all too agreeably, making her frown and wonder if there's some sort of catch involved, but he merely turns around and she can hear the floorboards creak as he's going down the stairs.
She waits for him to be out before stepping into the bathroom to wash her feet tenderly. The sole is red, but not bleeding, and she doesn't waste pity on it. She washes it quickly and wipes her feet as best as she can and climbs onto the bed. It looks so much more inviting now.
She thinks of merely closing her eyes for a second, but she must have fallen asleep. She wakes to the warm sensation of a hand on her cheek, cradling the side of her face.
She blink
