Ariel carried the tea back to her room, noticing Tinkerbell completely sprawled out on the large king-sized bed. Nothing could be heard in the room, except for the crashing of the waves against the shore below. The large bed made the fairy look even smaller than she was.
Gently, Ariel sat down on the side of the bed, seeing that Tinkerbell had closed her eyes. "You okay, Tinkerbell?" she asked quietly before setting the tiny cup of tea next to her. "I brought tea. Carlotta put in some sea salt, along with the sugar," she explained, and shrugged. "She said it helps with headaches."
"Thank you," Tinkerbell replied weakly, sitting up slowly before leaning over to grasp the tiny cup. She took in a sip and sighed contentedly, closing her eyes before laying down again.
"I'll let you get some rest. I'm sure you'll feel better in no time," Ariel whispered, rising from the bed to leave Tinkerbell alone for a bit. She hoped the little fairy would get better soon.