- Laurel -
Laurel kept her nose in her book as she gave the witch time to settle down, he'd clearly had a nightmare of some sort. She was just glad she wasn't having to call her mother to request another pair of sheets, though they were fire retardent for the most part if one tried hard enough they could definitely be set on fire. She was a bit startled when he addressed her, he seemed to be quite confused about her motives. She moved easily, predatory grace setting in as she forgot to quell the gift that coursed through her. She was entirely too comfortable in her own space to notice that she had wasn't pushing back as she normally did to settle the gift back several notches so that she wouldn't frighten people. Sitting up as easily as any lady in her chair, legs still folded elegantly in the chair beneath her, Laurel paused as she looked at the witch. Green eyes edged by thick lashes and a black line of eyeliner watched the witch closely for a brief moment before she spoke easily as she unfolded her legs from beneath her.
"My name is Laurel and I'm taking care of you till you're well enough to return to your own room. I used to burn myself out occasionally but everyone was so frightened of me they just left me where I'd passed out. Once I was out cold for something around four days in the glade. I won't do that to someone else. Now lie back down, you're not well enough to be sitting up yet." Laurel purred the words for the most part, emanating contentment as she looked down easily at the witch. She splayed a delicate looking hand across his chest, pushing softly to get him to lay back down. She picked the damp rag up carefully and disappeared out the doorway to her room before returning a moment later with the rag warm again. She fussed around the witch, tugging the thick duvet that was plush with the finest filling and made from silk up around the witch before laying the rag across his forehead again.
"I can fetch you some more comfortable clothes and some food if you would like." She offered easily, standing off to the side of her bed in the slight opening of the curtains that surrounded and covered the bed. She spoke with a soft melodic accent that added an easy lilt to her words, softening them more so here than they had been in the glade. She was considerably kinder in her mannerisms in her own space than out in the open. Home wasn't a place for hostility and coldness, it was a place of warmth and hospitality. She looked every bit the perfect housewife, if she was a little predatory. Her black hair hung loosely around her face, plump ruby lips pursed as she awaited his answer.