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Kamal's eyes snapped open at the sound of a knock on the door. "Clasa?" The muffled voice came through. Kamal sat up, her muscles sore from sleeping in the chair. Thorin was gone, and Clasa was still asleep. Luckily, nothing from her stomach was in the wash basin. Kamal slid to her feet, padding to the door and opening it.
Agathaire looked at her, then peered into the dim room. "Mahal's Balls." She cursed. "What happened?" She pushed passed the girl, quickly running to relight the hearth. Clasa groaned as the light from the hall hit her eyes. Kamal went to her side. "Are you ok?" She asked.
Clasa ran a hand down her face. "I would welcome death." She muttered, turning away from the brightness. Then she sniffed and shot up. "Ugh!" She looked down at her soiled dress. "Fuckin' disgusting!" She squinted at Kamal. "You let me sleep like this?"
Kamal pulled away. "Thorin didn't want to take your dress off."
Clasa gawked at her. Agathaire snapped her head around. The log in her hand toppled ungracefully into the coals, shooting up sparks. There was dead silence.
Clasa swallowed. "Who?" She choked.
Kamal looked between the two dwarf women, feeling like all the air had been sucked out of the room. "T-the guy in the blue jacket. Dáin's friend. He helped bring you back here, and he stayed up with me in case you threw up." She paused and added softly, "again."
Clasa turned beet-red. The blond dwarf by the hearth clapped her hand over her mouth, suppressing shocked laughter. Clasa glared at her. "Laugh, and I'm banishing you." Agathaire wiped a tear from her eye. "Sorry, Lady." She snickered. Clasa looked back at Kamal. "So you're telling me he saw... this?" She asked, gesturing to herself. "All of this?" Kamal nodded.
Taking a pillow stained with eye make up in her hands, Clasa pressed it into her face and screamed. Kamal watched her, unsure of what to do with herself, while Agathaire awkwardly poked at the fire.
They all jumped as there was another knock at the door. With astonishing speed, Agathaire crossed the room, pressing her weight against the wood. "Who is it?"
"Thorin, miss. I wanted to check on the Lady. Is she well?"
Clasa threw the pillow back on the bed. "FuckmeFuckmeFuckme." She leapt to the floor, gesturing wildly at Kamal and Aga. What do I do? She mouthed. Kamal clammed up. Agathaire waved at Clasa to move. "Get behind the screen! " She hissed under her breath.
"Pardon?" Came the male voice as Clasa dove behind the changing screen. Agathaire peeked through the crack in the doorway. She smiled warmly. "Hello, sir, how are you this fine morning?"
"I'm well." He replied curtly. Kamal could see his shadow moving in the sliver of light. "I'm sorry I stepped out for a moment; is she awake?"
"Oh, she's just risen," Agathaire said, laying down the honeyed tone.
"How is her, um, condition?"
Agathaire smiled. "Just dandy."
Kamal heard Clasa groaning behind the screen. "Oh no..." As Agathaire kept Thorin busy at the door, Kamal stepped to the screen. "You okay?"
"I-I think I'm going to be sick again."
Kamal blanched. Clasa retched, and the girl's stomach twisted with nausea at the sound. She darted to the bed and grabbed the basin, swinging it around the screen into Clasa's hands. She caught a glimpse of her as she did. Clasa's dress was half peeled off, her underclothes sticking to her damp skin. Her face had gone from red to greenish. She gripped the edges of the basin for dear life.
"Lady Clasa?" Kamal spun around. Thorin was trying to look past Agathaire, who despite her best efforts was too short to block his veiw. "Are you alright?" Thinking fast, Kamal went to Agathaire's side. "Hi Mr. Thorin."
Thorin's worried expression faltered. He smiled. "Good morning. Did you get any sleep?"
"A little." Thorin nodded. "How is your guardian?" Kamal opened her mouth, but as she did they all heard the unmistakable sound of someone's guts emptying out. Thorin grimaced. "Ah." He muttered, looking away, abashed. Kamal forced a smile, doing her best Agathaire impersonation as the real Aga looked on. "Can you come back later, maybe?"
Thorin nodded, blushing with discomfort. "Yes, that's... that's probably for the best." He nodded to the girl and attendant and walked briskly away. Agathaire closed the door, locking it and exhaling. Down on the floor, Clasa moved the screen a little ways to look out at them. Sweat dripped down her forehead. "Kamal?" Kamal looked at her. The dwarf sighed shakily. "When I throw myself off the cliffside, don't try to stop me."