Days passed and Sinbad was growing steadily more worried for Aladdin. She simply still wasn't herself.

She didn't laugh. Didn't smile. She didn't even speak or cry anymore. All there was whenever she was around, was the vague ghost of the person that she had once been. It was as if her very life had ended.

There were a few times where she had scared the hell out of Sinbad and whomever else happened to be around at the time because at some point or another it had been as if she had even stopped breathing. And after scrambling to make sure that she was- still breathing, that is- Sinbad once again took her and let her stay with him in his chambers while he worked.

Finally after almost two weeks of doing this daily and falling into a routine, he woke up at his desk one morning to find Aladdin standing right next to his desk with her small hand resting with it's palm against his cheek. Blinking himself back to awareness, he slowly lifted his head up off of the desk a bit and looked at her.

I mean, really looked at her.

In the faint pinkish-orange of the morning's light, Aladdin looked almost ethereal. She looked so exquisitely beautiful and otherworldly that he felt his eyes widening a little more in shock. Her skin, while still a tad bit paler than normal, had more of a healthy soft pink tint to it. Her wide blue/violet gaze was more violet than the deep, deep blue that he was used to seeing.

And her hair...sometime during the night had come unbound and hung loosely down around her face, neck, shoulders and back.

"Aladdin?" He said softly as he slowly got up out of his chair so that he could grab her and hug her. He moved so quickly that her eyes didn't seem able to track his movements very well. One moment he was reaching out to take her into his arms and the next- he was air born?

His mind barely had time to register what had just happened, much less the reasons why, when his body hit the white marble of his floor hard enough to crack his skull or something. He didn't even have time to truly register the pain that he felt from hitting the floor as he had when suddenly Aladdin was within his sight, her little face just hovering slightly above his own with a slightly panicked expression on her little face.

And he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she hadn't have been aware of what she had just done.

"Mr. Sinbad? I-I um..."

Reaching up, Sinbad cupped her little face in his hand and stared at her with a combination of reverence and awe on his face. "Don't apologize Aladdin. I would much rather be thrown and injured than scare you as I probably did just a few moments ago, than to have you apologize for attempting to protect yourself," He said before then asking, "How are you feeling today? Are you well?"

"I'm feeling...more like myself today." She said, her expression solemn as he pushed himself up into a sitting position with a slightly pained wince.

"I am glad. And I'm sure that everyone else will be as well. Alibaba and Morgiana have been by several times to see you." Sinbad said as he finally managed to get back to his feet and carefully dusted himself off.

Aladdin nodded her head to show that she had heard him and then said, "Yes, I know. I was able to sense everyone who came and went. And theirs lingered from time to time much like your own."

Sinbad said nothing about how surprised he was that she had been able to sense anything when she had been in the state that she had been in, and decided to sate his curiosity another time. Right now Aladdin seemed to be herself again, or as close to it as possible after being in a nearly comatose condition for little over two weeks now, and as such- he needed to get her out of his room and around everyone else again.

She needed everyone to be close to her whether everyone seemed to realize it or not.

They were her support system and only a few of them had been up to par of late.

"Would you like to break your fast with everyone else today?" He asked.

Aladdin took in his slightly hopeful expression and wasn't sure how to respond. On one hand, she did wish to see everyone else and see what they had been doing while she had been...uh...refusing to participate in reality? Life? She really didn't know which one was the better label. And on the other hand, she felt as if she shouldn't just yet.

She worried that they would feel that she was far more trouble than she was worth and not welcome her back among them. She was jolted out of her dark thoughts when she felt Sinbad's hand shift through her slightly tangled hair, drawing her undivided attention to his face as he said softly. "I know that you probably have some reservations about seeing them so soon, but everyone has been worried about you and seeing you acting almost like yourself again would go a long way to ease their troubled minds. But if you do not wish too just yet- then you can always stay by my side for now. I do not mind."

"No. Your right, I should do something to let them know that I'm okay... I guess I'm just worried about how they will react to me being...around..." Aladdin said with a grim expression on her pretty face that made Sinbad's heart ache.

"Aladdin, you are first and foremost our friend and ally. No one here is going to react badly to your presence over something that happened many, many, many years ago in each of your former lives. To do so would make us rather petty and cruel, don't you think?"

Aladdin sighed not really wanting to respond to his words. She knew human nature enough to know that even among friends, there were those who would judge her harshly and look at her differently. Still Sinbad was a hopeless optimist and didn't seem to know, understand or simply could not even conceive of this notion within that pretty head of his.

Holding out his hand to her, she hesitated to take it, if only for a moment before she finally slipped her small hand in his and tried to give him an encouraging smile as he walked her towards the door.