For the past night and morning Sina has been relatively all right, with a decrease in coughing and the ability to get food down, which means she's at least somewhat well-rested when she awakens to the sound of footsteps.
Turning her head toward Sorrel's voice, Sina's eyes go wide at the sudden wash of gold, and it takes her a moment to realize what's just happened before a smile crosses her face.
"What's this?" she asks, her voice a bit stronger than usual, but still hoarse, as she moves her hands over the fabric, "it's so soft."