Ara smiled as she walked up to the doors. It had been a long time since she'd found a place of refuge and she needed this now more than ever. Her arm was bent at an unnatural angle, and her foor was torn off at the ankle. Still, she did not wince as she walked. She couldn't feel the pain. Parts of her hair were stuck together with blood. When she entered, she announced, "I need a bath and a solitary room. Stat. I'll pay 300 upfront.