Ariadne had completely forgotten about the fact she was shirtless. And her she was half rolling around the bed in her panties - merely stretching to wake up. She blinked a few times as her cheeks flushed a deep red.

"Err-- thanks." She said attempting to put on the old shirt. Audible sounds of pain were heard as she slowly put the shirt on. Afterwards the wounded girls' held her elbow to keep from moving the injured arm.

"Tell'er I said thanks." She mumbled at his retreating form.