She kissed him back, enjoying both the warmth of the water against her skin and his gentle caress.  Eve leaned in a bit to embrace him and for a moment she just held onto him.  It was strange to think that a man who had been her enemy not a month before was now the person anchoring her in place.  She wanted to believe that she was his anchor as well, she was fervently trying to be his tether in all the madness and sorrow that seemed to surround them.<br/><br/>"I'm kind of dying for some rest, so yes, let's."  she agreed.  Eve finished soaping and rinsing off and stepped out of the shower, gently drying herself with a towel before handing a dry towel to her husband.  She pulled a pair of shorts and a tank top from the bag she had brought and slipped them on.  They should need to leave the house to check the wards, so she wasn't concerned about putting 'real' clothes back on.<br/><br/>"We should be able to just do a quick walk around the house.  Most of the wards are linked closely to the structure, rather than the perimeter.  Grandma always said that flower beds could be replaced, but the bones of the house needed armor..."