The water's quick to rinse away the soap used on him, leaving warm and pinkened flesh. Instead of admiring, she's gathering more soap and starting on herself. That energy is dwindling under the heat of the water, in this space with him, and she's ready to curl under a blanket to finally, finally try and sleep. There wouldn't be lights shining in her eyes this time. No voices taunting her about how disappointed they were in her.

"Poisoned with something that overtook me quickly. Small little things." She pauses just long enough to stretch her finger and thumb, then she's back to work, intent on scrubbing herself as clean as she could. When she'd first stepped in the spray, the water had turned muddied and coppery. Now, at least, it runs clear... even if she doesn't feel clean.

"I could hear Chiron, and then I couldn't."