That voice called to her, asking her a favor.  He had been by her side and helped her since she met him.  Those blue eyes kept her through so much this past day or so.  She had lost track of time.  Her hand was on the door when the voice stopped her.  "Yes, I will get them."  She walks, oddly knowing the path without looking.  That is more than a bit disconcerting to her.  She had always lead a safe life, a sheltered life, a lonely life - or so she thought.<br/><br/>She opens the door to the room and looks about it.  A wave of home floods over her.  She sways and catches the door.  At least she tried to.  Her watered down hands slid off the cool metal.  She fell against the frame.  The residual effects of the concussion really couldn't be making life easier either.  She rights herself and begins to look around.  A sense of ownership flood through her.  She knows this room.  She knows this stuff.  It was hers.   And his.  And his???  She looks around and his was mixed with hers.  "Gabriel and Gwin.  GG.  Cute really," some twisted sick sense of humor in the back of her mind shoved forward.  She pushed that humor back and stepped in.  She opened the closet and sure enough, clothes for her.  Clothes she remembered.  Dry clothes that fit!  DRY!  She was almost exstatic in stripping off her wet regalia and donning some nice warm dry clothes.  She looks around for what to do with her wet stuff and sees nothing obvious.  She leaves them for now.<br/><br/>She remembers Gabriel and gathers some clothes for him.  She knew he liked black, so she gathers a pair of black slacks and a black shirt and rushes back there.  She is barefoot.  She found her clothes, but forgot to pause for the shoes.  She is sure she will have to go back there in a minute.  Her wet hair drips down her back and face as she rushes back to Gabriel.  She bursts into his half the bathroom and then thinks "what if he isn't covered."  She instantly turns her back to the room and keeps her eyes trained on the door.  "Here... your clothes.. uhm.. from.. our.. I mean.. your... No, definitely our... our room."  She stammers not sure how to talk to him suddenly.  She shifts with nervousness.