Hair - another human thing she's getting used to. It's comforting to have it pulled out of the way, and in between sips she'll give Altaïr a small smile. Even though she'd tried to tough it out on her own, she's realizing now it didn't hurt to actually let your friends help.

"As long as I'm not expected to swim in it, I'll give anything a try." Is her weak reply. Sipping the water has helped. She hands the cup back over to Altaïr, then goes to the task of tugging her shirt off over her head. The air feels cool against her skin, and she settles back down on the bed, slowly twisting until she's on her stomach, bunching her pillow under her head. Even something as simple as that had felt like a monumental task.

Her back laid bare, a sizable portion is taken up by twisted and tight scarring, like a large swath of skin had been practically torn away.