[Fiona glares very slightly in his direction. You don't just tell a woman they look like a fucking mess, even if its true. But he's right, and she can see it even when she's actively avoiding looking at herself in a mirror.
So after just a moment of stubborn hesitation, she stands without argument and disappears into the bathroom. She won't be taking his offer of help, as expected. He doesn't need to fuss over her any more.
That said, she doesn't emerge quickly and the water is left running for too long. But what does he care? They're not paying the water bill. In actuality, she's sat on the edge of the bath slowly scrubbing crusted blood away from her arms, side, and face. One wet towel is left to rest at her bruised hip that she had obviously fallen on.
Warm, clean water is one thing Fiona will never complain about when it comes to the work they're made to do. She does, however, wish she had taken the drink before she had peeled her clothes out of her various wounds.]
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So after just a moment of stubborn hesitation, she stands without argument and disappears into the bathroom. She won't be taking his offer of help, as expected. He doesn't need to fuss over her any more.
That said, she doesn't emerge quickly and the water is left running for too long. But what does he care? They're not paying the water bill. In actuality, she's sat on the edge of the bath slowly scrubbing crusted blood away from her arms, side, and face. One wet towel is left to rest at her bruised hip that she had obviously fallen on.
Warm, clean water is one thing Fiona will never complain about when it comes to the work they're made to do. She does, however, wish she had taken the drink before she had peeled her clothes out of her various wounds.]