Claire softens a little. In her pursuit to bring the other woman back from the dead, she doesn't consider the burden or the discomforts. She could blame her exhaustion but it's a poor excuse. Some days she thinks she is getting too used to the macabre of King Spencer's kingdom.
"Alena..." She repeats, committing the name to memory. If she reaches into her memory, she thinks she remembers that name passing by. It's difficult to know for certain. The King's healer, and his best chance at living a long life, lives in quiet solitude. Most times she is too important to risk. Something that changes with the death of Alena. She doesn't interrupt, she merely listens with a concerned furrow of her brow. It's only fleeting little details but she gets the distinct feeling that she understands her life. That it's something small and lonely, they live to serve.
Her head tilts. "I'm Claire. I wish to know many things... but first I need you to close your eyes." She rises, and briefly returns the sheets that covered Alena. "Be a sleeping beauty for me."
Claire leaves the room quickly. When questioned, she lies. Claims to need an important tincture. She returns to the room with the same hurried steps. This will be her only chance to speak with someone with a similar life as her own. For now, Alena remains dead to the outer world. It's a lie that can only last so long.
"It isn't much, but I have an underdress and a simple linen dress." Claire figures Alena might prefer comfort over fashion given the ordeal she has been through.
While there isn't exactly a luxurious bath built into the room, they do have a modest basin filled with fresh water. It's supposed to be used for washing hands of blood, but it can be used to wash hair and a body all the same.
"Okay... do you need my help, or do you need privacy?"