Stir Up?

Aina sat in silence, having not moved in the weeks they had been on this spacecraft. Despite her usually large appetite, she hadn't eaten anything. And, completely out of character, she hadn't lifted a single finger to practice or train. 

She simply sat their, staring at her wrist the same way she had been for ages already. 

On it, an old, cracked bracelet lay. She couldn't drum up the courage to hand it over with everything else. She convinced herself that Leonel didn't need it. After all, he had so many valuable things, right? He wouldn't miss a C-grade Treasure… right? It would be fine if she kept it, it wouldn't be a big deal. He's probably already forgotten about its existence… 

Aina blinked, causing a discomfort to surge through her body. The dryness of her eyes almost made her feel as though something was scraping along them, making her shiver. 

"Aina, you need to rest…"