"Don't worry, nobody's looking," Ariett said, glancing around at the other commandingly to make it so. She pulled a light salmon-coloured hoodie from her pack and pulled it down over Amélie's head and shoulders. In doing so, the girl wouldn't have to move her arms—or the blanket—until the hoodie was already doing half the job for her. "Glad you're feeling better, but uh…" At this she looked to the doctor. "Any idea what was up with her? Or more importantly, if it's something that might relapse."