"It was nice," she said. "Feels good not to be covered in...well, outside. Guess I'm a little too used to being clean..." Finally moving away from the couch, she sat on the mattress, getting as close to the fire as she could without sitting on the floor.<br/><br/>Her eyes were on the fire for a long, quiet moment, the orange and yellow flames dancing against the blue of her eyes, giving them an almost golden color. Looking away, her gaze involuntarily shifted to him once more. Even in the dim firelight, she could see the mark on his back. The pink of a rather large scar stood out against his darker skin. Her hand twitched then, itching to reach out and touch it for some odd reason unknown to her. Shifting, she hugged her legs to her chest. Her free hand reached up to tug the towel from her hair, setting it on the floor. As her arm wrapped around her knees, her damp hair all but curtained the right side of her, the flames adding color to the blindingly white strands. Almost like the early morning sun reflecting off fresh snow.