He stifled the spike of annoyance he felt when she chided him. Despite his dissatisfaction with Natya's methods, Malia was right, after all. She'd been doing her best, and all while injured. He followed her back to the CIC bedroom and set it all down, leaving the dirty clothes just outside so he would remember to take them and get them cleaned. He got to work sorting his belongings back into the larger room, listening to her breathe and recover. TRIM wasn't perfect, but the fact that she was even moving was leaps and bounds beyond where she'd been.<br/><br/>He let her draw him in close, and felt a little smile on his face as she outlined the plan. "I don't mind you joining me, but you're not up to doing much more than cleaning off. I'll handle the shave." He kissed her and turned to help her make it to the bathroom, his touch gentle and slow. It didn't take too long for the two of them to get clean, though Carson took the better part of an hour to shave his face clean and to trim his hair. It was strange, he thought to himself after, but just the act of getting clean and removing the excess left him feeling better. Certainly less edgy.<br/><br/>Afterward he left her just long enough to retrieve some food, and sat with her while he made her rest in bed. He set the tray aside once it was empty and brushed his hands off, his head tilting as he looked at her. "Be honest. Do you really think you're up to moving around just yet? One more day of recovery and rest wouldn't be a bad thing. I could send Luke to you, keep you company while I figure out what Natya's been able to do." He paused and rolled his eyes. "And, yes, thank her too. Before you just shoot me down out of hand, listen. A chance to sit and rest and talk to Luke could be beneficial. You could think about the kind of weapons you want to use, and then I could use that to fine-tune your training. Right now time's on our side. The Vanguard haven't made any big moves yet."