“…didn’t know where else to go…”
caerella grumbles as she’s awoken from deep slumber by steady knocking on her chamber doors. the storm had gotten her to sleep in what felt like forever. no nightmares, either. someone just had to go and ruin it. she angrily grabs a light cloak to wrap around herself and stomps to the door. throwing it open, she is ready to really lay into this rude person when she is met with a rather disturbing sight. her expression quickly becomes that of concern. wordlessly, she wraps her arms around the other woman’s shoulders and ushers her into the room.
the targaryen woman then searches through her clothes. it remains silent between the two and all that could be heard was the pounding of the rain and occasional crack of thunder. she offers a comfortable gown and turns to allow some privacy as vida changes.
time ticks by as she tends to a wound on the other woman’s forehead. luckily, it wasn’t anything serious. “what happened?” she questions finally, sitting down on the bed next to her. “who did this to you?” the anger begins to build as she looks deeply into her eyes. “say the word, vida. they’ll pay.”