"I will." Rest was something Qebhet had no trouble agreeing to, at least in this moment, with exhaustion gnawing at her senses. "I promise." She added with a weak smile, "I can't imagine I'll be leaving the house for at least few days, so—"
She'd been to make light, a feeble bit of humour to play down the awfulness of her appearance and the filth ingrained in her skin, but she couldn't sustain it. Her voice wavered, the smile cracked and, to her distress, tears swam in her eyes.