[It's not that she doesn't appreciate it, but--it's still weird and embarrassing when someone fusses over her, and even through the pounding headache and brain-fog, she's very aware of Clarke hovering nearby as makes her mouth taste fresh and minty again. Water, she can drink, but the thought of any kind of food right now makes her stomach protest.]
Ugh...no, I don't want to eat anything. I'll just sleep until it's better or I die first...
[The dichotomy of being used to looking after oneself but also being a big complainer whenever somebody's around! Yeah, Rita's not the best patient. More beddy, though? She wants that. Nothing but beddy.
If Clarke gets that door open, Rita will shuffle her way around the severe clutter back towards the bed.]
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Ugh...no, I don't want to eat anything. I'll just sleep until it's better or I die first...
[The dichotomy of being used to looking after oneself but also being a big complainer whenever somebody's around! Yeah, Rita's not the best patient. More beddy, though? She wants that. Nothing but beddy.
If Clarke gets that door open, Rita will shuffle her way around the severe clutter back towards the bed.]