She watched him walk over to the river and lay down, seeing nothing more of him as the weeds blocked her sight. Her eyes lingered there for a moment and whispered a silent thank you. Reaching for the buttons of the shirt she looked around, making sure no one else was around, even if it did seem silly. When satisfied she unbottoned her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders, placing it on branch.<br/><br/>Carefully she grabbed ahold of the limb like he had shown her and lowered herself into the water, after she prepared herself mentally. It went smoothly and she stopped herself from going any further under, letting the water stop halfway up her neck. The feeling of the water against her skin was inviting and pleasently relaxing. The temperature was perfect and her wounds were silent.<br/><br/>As she sat in there, running her hands along her legs, she heard a faint whistle and paused to listen. She knew it was Butch somehow and she also wished she could make out the song. Soon enough it stopped and she went back to cleaning herself the best she could. Even once she dunked her head under the water, soaking her hair and using her fingers to comb through the tangles.<br/><br/>Once she was done she was content to just let herself soak, not bothering to care how long she had been in there. She had closed her eyes, not fallng asleep but relaxing. After she snapped herself out of her trance she looked over the edge of the tub, looking in the direction she knew he was. She barely caught sight of him and noticed he hadn't moved. He had to be exhausted after having done what he had. Then she paused, not wanting to wake him...to let him rest and slowly let herself relax back into the still warm water.