Molly felt shaky and weak as Ivan helped her stand. She was grateful for his strong yet gentle hands guided her back to her bed; the red head could have made it on her own, but it would have been much more arduous. She knew that Ivan had been nothing but kind to her, but his accent unnerved her a little. She knew little about Russia beyond what she had learned in school and most of that was from history class. Ivan was kind and he seemed to care a great deal about her well being- that should be enough for her. She could not follow that line of thought very long.<br/>"I don't think I'll ever get used to it." she groaned as she tugged weakly on the blanket and rolled onto her side.<br/><br/>She was surprised when Ivan crawled into bed with her, but it faded quickly. He had seen her naked after all- this was like a step below showering together. Molly was not nearly so wary of the man as she had been during that time however- if he had done nothing more than help bathe her he was not like most men. He did not have his mind on one thing. Ivan just...cared about her. Which was just what she needed right now. His body was warm, and she felt as safe with him next to her as she had felt since before her mom died. She curled up next to him and her body was pressed against his, with her cheek resting against his. It was only later she would end up drooling.