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Beck kept an eye on Aava as she started driving to the hospital. She didn’t respond to her inquiry except for a neutral, dismissive grunt, a bit like a parent trying to ignore their kid. She paid attention to the road for a while but laughed lightly when Aava tried to put her face into the thermos. [color=silver]”Thirsty?”[/color] she asked, fully aware of the futility of making conversation.
When Aava just poured the whole cup out over herself, soaking the blanket and the seat she was sitting on, Beck flinched slightly, glad she had stopped at a red light. She was about to scold the näkki in frustration, but held back when she saw the innocent expression on her face. Aava had no idea what was going on, and that was… scary, in a way that was hard for Beck to imagine. So she kept her composure and turned the air conditioning off.
Redhaven’s hospital was on the northeastern end of the town proper, closer to schools and residential areas than the more stark business district that had rolling hills and dense Appalachian woods on three sides. In such a small town the hospital looked huge and bustling, with a few cars in it’s lot and some people milling about near the doors, even an ambulance returning with dimmed lights. 
Beck parked in the hospital lot near the ER entrance and immediately realized that Aava needed clothes. The quiet (albeit odd) drive had given her some time to think about this ridiculous situation, where she’d wound up volunteering to help a naked water demon get a concussion diagnosis. Then what? Take her back to Evren’s cabin? Beck turned off the ignition and got out of the car, opening the trunk and rummaging through an open duffel bag. The cabin was probably the only place for her.
She retrieved a pair of fluffy pajama pants, an oversized tee, and some old flip flops. The women weren’t the same size, but the pants at least had a drawstring tie. Beck shut the trunk and returned to Aava, opening the passenger door and getting a look at the situation. Well, with the water’s help at least most of the blood was off her face now. Drying her off seemed very much above Beck’s paygrade, so she didn’t even bother addressing it.
[color=silver]”Clothes. Clothing. Get dressed.”[/color] she said, hoping maybe one of those phrases would ring true. When it seemed the words hadn’t been understood, Beck ste the change of clothes in Aava’s lap and tried something else. One by one, she gestures to what she herself was wearing and then to Aava. [color=silver]”Shirt. Pants. Shoes. You too, in that.”[/color]