Mari had a strange aversion to being touched, in general. Still, she appreciated the sentiment behind his gesture of holding her hand. So, she just moved her hand for a better position and kept it in Dum's while they rode back to the club. It was good that he didn't feel the need to say anything to her. She just felt better having him there.<br/><br/>As Dumas got used to his surroundings, Mari picked up a few clothes to wash - including the smoke-smelly ones she had worn earlier on. After tidying up, she shook her head. "You really want me to feel bad about myself, don't you, darling?", she joked softly. "I can guarantee you wouldn't suffocate on my mattress."<br/><br/>She sat on the bed and took a deep breath. They were both broken, weren't they? Maybe that was the reason she trusted Dumas so much, Mari considered. She did trust all her friends. But she felt like he understood, to a level the others couldn't really grasp. As he had said earlier, he knew what it felt like to feel you're losing your mind.<br/><br/>As Dumas made his offer, Mari shook her head. "No, thank you, dear. I think I ate, at least she did. Did you? I can fix you something, if you want."<br/><br/>Mari smiled, trying to make the best of the situation. "If you're gonna stay here with me, you're gonna have to indulge my need to take care of people. Let me spoil you a little, will you?"