Paul held his tongue, as she seemed to brush him off from any physical contact.  Yeah, he actually couldn’t blame her.  After all, unless he was grossly mistaken, he’d potentially done enough.<br/><br/>Once again, Charlette insisted she was fine.  And really, there was nothing he could do but believe her.  Besides, now was no time for any kind of argument.<br/><br/>A brief glance at the bathroom sink, and then she asked, “How are you feeling?”<br/><br/>Paul gazed into her eyes prior to answering.  With a shrug, he said, “Kinda nervous.  Though I’m sure not anywhere near as nervous as you.”  He consciously refrained from touching her anymore.  The last thing he wanted was to upset her in any way.<br/><br/>Still, just in case.  “Need some help with standing up?” Paul asked.