He lays her against his chest, pretty sure she can hear quite clearly his still pounding heart. He smiles when her hair pools out in a display of liquid blond-silver. He can feel her breathing start to fall back to it's normal patterns. He gently cleans the now smeared mark off her face with a thumb, aware that the rest of their markings need to be cleaned of as well. He reaches for the wash cloth hanging on the soap rack, before dipping it into the luke warm water and setting about cleaning her neck and shoulders tenderly. He keeps one hand on her belly, all the better to feel her breathing in time with him.