She looked away from him, humiliation beginning to curl in her chest. She remained in the warm tub, as he instructed, but she was not happy about it. About his worry. She didn't want to be coddled, she didn't want to need his help. Her stomach churned from the heat, and anger at herself. How could she have been so damned stupid? Why hadn't she listened to him? What the hell had<em> possessed</em>her to act that way? She half wished he would leave, though the other half of her yearned for his presence, his touch. He made it no secret how worried about her he was.<br/><br/>Her hand curled in his, holding it loosely, though she refused to look at his face, she couldn't. She let out a harsh laugh at his question. "Cold, sick, embarrassed, irritated." She listed, staring at her knees. "I need to shower. You do, too." She added the last as an afterthought. She didn't know why she bothered being so humiliated, other than he was a stranger, and that she hated needing anyone. She hated being dependant, hated not being able to take care of herself.<br/><br/>she reached forward in the tub with her free hand, and began to drain the water, before tugging the knob out and twisting it a bit more to the blue side, cooling the water once more. Once she was comfortable with the temperature, she was getting out, she had decided, whether Rosuriel liked it or not. "Can I call you Roe for short?" She finally asked, voice soft in apology. She knew that she shouldn't be angry at him.