[She can't bring herself to meet his eyes again, but she does offer his hand a squeeze in return, a gesture of acknowledgement, which is still far more than she thinks she can manage right now.]
Then I... will be back.
[Her fingers slide out of his as she forces her feet to carry her away from him towards the bathroom, not sparing a glance back as that tension settles right back into her shoulders again. She won't be long in there, but it will take a few moments for the water to actually start. She can't help but glance around—this is the first time that she is here, and her quiet huff of amusement at all its simplicity is drowned out by the shower.
Compared to her own bathroom, it's...
So very Cidolfus.
A steaming hot shower is exactly the thing that she needed to get that salt and water that clung stubbornly to her out of her skin. She comes out with a towel around herself, her hair a wet mess, and unlike the floral scent of her own soap, she's surrounded by his—an oddly comforting feeling.]
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Then I... will be back.
[Her fingers slide out of his as she forces her feet to carry her away from him towards the bathroom, not sparing a glance back as that tension settles right back into her shoulders again. She won't be long in there, but it will take a few moments for the water to actually start. She can't help but glance around—this is the first time that she is here, and her quiet huff of amusement at all its simplicity is drowned out by the shower.
Compared to her own bathroom, it's...
So very Cidolfus.
A steaming hot shower is exactly the thing that she needed to get that salt and water that clung stubbornly to her out of her skin. She comes out with a towel around herself, her hair a wet mess, and unlike the floral scent of her own soap, she's surrounded by his—an oddly comforting feeling.]
... Your shirts?