After awhile, the steady presence with her in the bathroom encourages her to stand, and she scrubs herself. By then, her skin is pink where the water's been hitting it, and it feels good to move it elsewhere. She turns the water off and grabs one of the towels nearby, wrapping it around herself so she can step out. She's scrubbed her makeup off, and her hair is a crazy wet mess around her head. It's grown a bit since she's come here. It's almost long enough to start tying into pigtails.

She uses the hand towel to wipe the mirror off. The bathroom is heavy with steam; she looks at Jack and leans against the counter, watching him. Her biceps have bruises where she'd been grabbed, and she looks exhausted, but otherwise better.

"Thank you," she whispers.