Ayrie watched the imp change before her eyes into a small man wearing a butler's uniform and smiled. "Thank you, I appreciate that. I don't think you need to worry about me betraying him... arguing with him is an entirely different matter though!"

Ayrie pressed the cloth against Asran's forehead and left it there. She stood and brushed her dress free from the dust it had picked up sitting on the floor. She also grabbed the pot of water, figuring a fresh cool pot was in order if Asran was going to be feverish much longer. "I'm going to go swap this out and clean myself up a little. I'll be back quickly."

She made her way back to the kitchen and set the pot in the sink to refill, then used the cool water to wash her face and hands. It had been a very long day, and Ayrie was beginning to feel the full effects of all the things that had transpired. She wondered if there was perhaps a bench she could take a nap on while waiting for Asran to wake. She had been so preoccupied with him that she hadn't even looked.

[i]'If I leave now I'll only toss and turn with anxiety. The man is aggravating, but for some reason I care about him.'[/i] She grabbed the pot and headed back to Asran and the imp.