Aletta held the young man close to her for a little while, inhaling his scent deeply and not really wanting to let go of him anytime soon, but knowing she had to do so anyway. "Be safe, sweetheart," She whispered into his ear, covering him with hay again so that IF someone would walk in, he'd be covered for the most part and warm. "I'll bring a sponge and warm water. Would you want me to shave you as well?" She asked him, wanting to make sure he got everything he needed to regain his powers. "I wouldn't mind doing so. I'm used to it anyway, and can shave smoother than a shepherd." Aletta giggled, but found she had to leave and thus did so, abandoning the barn with a hunk of wood in her hands, thinking about her lovely paratrooper but having to set her mindset to Rolf, the man who could give her a safe home and the family she desired. Aletta was torn between two worlds, but was able to cope with everything.