She looked a fright, that much was certain. Her hair was likely in knots, and she hadn’t bathed in a few days. The last person she’d have liked to see her this way was Dory. A weak hand tried to push his away but as soon as she felt the coolness of the washcloth, it was clear Dory was here to stay. She wanted to apologize for the state of her, that she hadn’t planned on him coming over but the words died in her throat. Instead she echoed Dory’s sigh and looked up at him with a bleary gaze. “Feels good.” She rasped.

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