She hadn't smiled since the bullet grazed her. Well a natural smile. Ariadne managed a few thankful smiles for Vivienne. But that was different. However she did manage a smirk. She was only wearing a pair of black boy briefs with tie dye peace signs on them. She shrugged with her left shoulder.

Laying back down, she pulled Arthur down - or at least attempted to. She wanted him to hold her. She didn't know the next time he'd be able to. She wanted his comfort, his touch, his embrace.