That part still left her uncertain, unsure of how that would even work. Brádach had sworn that he could get her away for a night, that she could finally get some proper sleep, so that he could take care of her. …But how would they get back in without them suspecting that she was gone? How would they not notice with how extensively they checked on her, kept tabs on her? She didn’t understand how any of this would work, and couldn’t understand why he was so adamant in getting her away.<br/><br/>Even with the admission of love he’d given her.<br/><br/>Something about this, though, and the way he was being so attentive and cautious, despite how she’d reacted…was more than she’d expected. It had her feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t felt since before the wedding, before time started to speed up and things got more complicated.<br/><br/>The longer she sat in the tub of water, the longer she continued to think it over, to dwell on it and try to figure out it was about him that had her so conflicted. Part of her was still so opposed to him seeing her, being around her with what she was now…and it was a part that was slowly diminishing as the other part of her grew more and more insistent. It let her mind conflicted, unable to decide how it felt while it continued to war on silently. A war that continued to wage as the water grew cold, as he offered her a towel.<br/><br/>Her eyes lingered on the towel for a long moment before traveling back up to him with a hesitant, slow nod. Rising from the water, she wrapped up in the offered towel, eyes widening as he felt the kiss on the top of her head before he vanished, gaze following the movement as it disappeared out of the room. Another long moment was spared staring after him, feet still in the water until she finally remembered to step free, the lightest of smiles touching down on her lips before slowly going about drying off. The robe was donned and her hair haphazardly hung about her shoulders as she silently wandered out after him, back toward the kitchen.<br/><br/>Arms crossed, holding the robe tightly about herself, she stopped just inside the kitchen, watching him work. “…Thank you, Brád…” Maria finally spoke into the otherwise quiet void. “…For the bath, and for…understanding…”