"Believe me, I'll be making it up." It was a promise, really. She was already planning a guest list in her mind, though her brain was still slightly sluggish from the sickness. Things weren't coming to her as quickly as they usually did, she was perfectly willing to admit.
Dora scratched at her arm briefly. The itching wasn't lasting as long as it had been before, which she was thankful for. Granted, there were still puss filled bumps covering her body, but she was hoping that maybe her mum could do something about draining them now that she was feeling better. What was a mum for, if not draining puss from their daughter's skin? Hopefully Andromeda wouldn't be too mad that Dora had lied to her.
"I'm not too hungry yet, don't worry." Stepping into the room carefully, Dora noted that there was a soft glow about the room. It was still dark, and might perhaps lead one to think that the occupant was sitting around and brooding, but at least there was some source of light.
She slowly made her way across the small room to the window and drew the blinds back a bit to let some natural light in. "It's about four. I slept most of the day too... this no class business is throwing me off. I need to get back up there."