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[sunbaked_baker]

Rae startles involuntarily when her bedroom door dumps her into the bar instead of in her hallway, flinching back and squinting her eyes nearly shut at the sudden light. She has the disoriented, dazed appearance of one having woken suddenly from a nightmare, unconscious of her appearance in her pink and yellow pajama pants and camisole. All that really fogs through to Rae at the moment is that here, she won't have to go through all the trouble of making the cup of tea she'd been seeking.

Her hands wrap around the mug given to her by the bar, lifting it so she might breathe in the fragrant steam of lavender and lemongrass. Comforting smells, comforting tastes, worlds away from those that had interrupted her sleep.

Her eyes, plagued by her Dark Sight, are slow to adjust to the brightness of the bar, so Rae makes her unsteady way half-blind - stumbling once or twice on a chair-leg - to the couch by the fireplace. There she curls up with her tea, tired eyes shut as she bathes in the warmth and light, the human sounds and smells. Grounding herself.

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[sunbaked_baker]

Rae lets her eyes fall shut, and smiles at the kiss to her cheek.

"Thank you." She really appreciates the offer, completely sure she'd be unable to make it up the stairs without having to sit down again.

But that is what friends do, right? You help your friends if you can, and they will help you in return.