Warm. Warm? Warm hands. Soft voice. Nice, sweet. Aery tried to force her eyes open, but she wasn't strong enough to get them open very far. But she saw the golden wisps of hair. She yelped a little as her broken arm was jostled and her broken ribs were squeezed.
"C-celaena?" Even that cracked whisper hurt. "Celaena, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I told them everything, I couldn't...couldn't keep it back. T-they know. T-they k-know w-who you a-are. I-I'm sorry. I-I failed, d-didn't I?" She couldn't even cry, so dehydrated was she. She just buried her face against Celaena's sleeve and let herself go back into that not-quite-dreamland where things didn't hurt quite so badly.