Zebel hadn't made a single sound from the hospital all the way to the hotel, though when Keith came to the front of her door, there was a shake of her head. She didn't want to be alone in her room, not as weak as she was, she wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight like this. Watching now she noted him gathering her things and running off with them, which made her raise her brow.<span style="font-style: italic">He could have just asked to hang on to my undies if he was going to take off with all my stuff I would have packed a second bag.</span>There was a furrow of her brow at the thought, though it was quickly washed away as he came back for her and took her into his room.<br/><br/>Once she was laid on the bed, Zebel shifted with her hands into the bed, moving so that her back came to be pressed against the headboard of the bed. Her eyes were keeping track with his movements as she debated whether or not to tell him to slow down. When he came to her and kissed her lips, Zebel wanted to pull him down to her, hold him there but, he was quickly back in action going to the bathroom now. Her head tilted to the side as she tried to decide what to do, she hadn't been this helpless in her life since she was a child.<br/><br/>"Keith...? Everything ok?"<br/><br/>There was a bit of worry in her voice as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed now, she was almost ready to get up and go check on  him. Though with all the moving he was doing and rustling sound of things in the bathroom, it was perhaps better if she remained were she was.