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After a lovely swim, Hadiyya had taken her time with a lengthy shower before redressing and heading back towards the dorms. The water was calming, and the act of swimming served as a lovely stress relief. Fortunately, her stress level had been dropping as of late. Still higher then she was comfortable with, given the state of her room, among other things, but significantly lower then it had been a week ago. It did help that she had been spending much more of her time in Sharra's dorm, though simply ignoring the shambled state of her own was not going to help it get put back together.

That was her mission for the afternoon as she climbed the stairs to the demon dorms. To finally spend a good length of time within her own room, sorting, organizing, and and trying to put things back together. It would take time to return it to anything close to normal, and there were a good number of items that were lost that weren't easily replaceable..

But she had promised herself she would not allow herself to be overwhelmed by the miss. And then she strode into the common area to find Marosa, and that positive outlook took a sudden dip.

She couldn't honestly say she hated the boil, she was too rational for that, but she wasn't entirely fond of him either. Even knowing what had happened, and why, Hadiyya still didn't like him much. Truth and logic kept him safe from any wrath, but she was till a woman, and she could not unsee what she had seen.

Bare feet were silent on the carpet, but the jingling chime of numerous trinkets would give her away as she slowed to a stop at the edge of the room.

Features never changed at the apology, nor did the djinn move from where she'd come to a stop. Quite unsure what exactly was happening at the moment. Had Marosa been waiting for her, and to what end? Had something new happened that she wasn't going to like, is that why the fae was seeking her out? A tiny knot of anxiety began to form in Yaya's stomach as she watched him, arms crossed, fingers digging into his sides. It was not a comforting sight.

"What's past is past, and we've all agreed it was n accident of misbehaving magic." Glowing eyes narrowed just the slightest bit. "Or has something else happened that you feel I need to know?" Was it guilt that placed him here? Some secret between himself and her beloved that caused him to hunch so?

Chilliness radiated from the marid, but with what little she had to go off, was it any wonder she thought the worst? It wasn't wholly Marosa's fault, they all had a hand in the mess of emotional backlash that came from the night of devouring shadows. None of them had had an easy night of it, but the ghoul felt, perhaps unjustly, that perhaps she had more reason then most to feel slighted.

Now that just was not fair.

Hadiyya could feel herself pouting as she regarded the boil across the room. everything about him screamed defeat and rejection. She might not entirely like him, but she wasn't a cold hearted ghoul, and in the face of that much insecurity and pain she couldn't help but thaw a little. Evident by the resigned sigh that filled the silence between them after Marosa suggested she stay away from him.

"Look," she began, moving forward and coming to a stop a foot or so away from him. She knew better then to touch him. "We've already talked about this, right?" At least her voice was softer then it had been.

She tilted her head, bending a little at the waist so she could try to catch his eye, offering a him a shadow of a reassuring smile. "I might not like what's happened, but I do understand that it was an accident." She frowned again. "I'll get over it. You don't need to keep beating yourself up over it."

Well now if that wasn't just the most heartbreaking thing she'd ever seen. Personal issues or not, Hadiyya didn't like to see anyone in pain, she was far to empathetic.

Very, very carefully she lifted a hand and let dark fingers brush softly over the sleeve of his left hand. "Despite it all..?" She prompted, still trying to catch his eye, but have no luck with it since the fae had his.

"Marosa.." He was so depressed.. It was physically painful to see him this sad.

Her fingers settled a little more firmly on his arm, then suddenly she had taken on a very thoughtful expression as she stared down at her own hand, then down towards Marosa's. "Is it only skin based..?" She asked, but she already knew the answer, and her free hand had lifted towards his cheek, hovering just out of range of that pale skin.

With a flexing of will she called her power, and those dark fingers began to glisten as water came at her beckoning to surround her delicate hand in a protective layer. Then, and only then, did she close that small distance to cup his cheek. That thin layer of moisture keeping her skin from his. "Have you ever considered wearing gloves?"

She hadn't been 100% positive that the small layer of water would be shield enough to keep her from being effected, but when nothing happened after a few seconds she smiled, a gentle curl of pomegranate lips. Those nimble fingers traced along his cheek, down the soft curve, until she could cup his chin in her hand and lift his head. Her own tilting to the left. " Maybe we should work on making sure we never leave our room without them, hmm?" It wasn't said in malice. Whatever personal anger the djinn had for the boil seemed to be melting away.

She couldn't say his gift would never be the cause of permanent damage, so she didn't even try. That was a promise outside her scope. She could however help to ensure accidents of that nature did not happen.

"Marosa, tell me about your powers." She had an idea, one that she wasn't entirely set on yet, but certainly one that might please her dearest nergal. "And about this hunger."

(( double post, ignore ;; ))