She didn't want to stand up, she didn't want to go for a walk and she certainly didn't want to leave her bedchamber. But Philotes wasn't really the sort of goddess that took no for an answer and besides, Harmonia would not have been able to refuse her. Her dear friend was trying to help and wasn't that the whole reason she had called her for? For help.
Reluctantly and not without physical difficulty, Harmonia rose to her feet. Everything was a challenge at the moment. “You can walk,” she said while trying to steady herself on her feet. “I don't walk. I waddle.” To prove her point, she waddled over toward the bed where a chiton had already been laid out by her palace attendants, one of coveted Theban silk and nicely trimmed with embroidery. Next to it were a strange pair of what she assumed where meant to be sandals, though they didn't look anything like her normal ones. They weren't beads or embroidered or decorated at all. Just a flat piece of thick leather and loose leather straps. Nothing that would impede her relatively swollen feet and ankles.
When did those arrive?
Harmonia sighed. So Philotes was not the only one who wanted her to leave her room it seemed. “The himation and pins and things are probably over on that shelf,” she said and gestured behind her against a wall. Something fabric was folded up on it alongside her jewelry dishes and box. “You're going to have to help me or call for some of the attendants to come back in and help.” She futzed with the laid out chiton a bit, trying to arrange is to the peplum would lay properly once pinned at her shoulders. “It's a difficult enough task on the best of days when I'm not swollen and bloated and the size of a cow.”
She really didn't want to go for a walk. To get to some open space with grasses and flowers they were going to have to pass through enough of the City for the people to see her. There was no avoiding it. The palace didn't currently have gardens but that wasn't a half bad idea. Something to consider having installed for her own enjoyment. She had always enjoyed fussing with the flowers at her mother's temple, whether planted or in a vase.
Flowers. She missed flowers. Why were there no flowers in her room? Turning her head to look at Philotes she asked what was probably a silly question, “Can we bring some flowers back here to put in a vase?” Then, she clarified, “I mean, do you see a basket or something we can bring some back in?”