Her eyes close briefly for a moment, just letting herself be without all the damn problems that they face on a constant basis. It's nice, the way he touches her. It reminds her that he's still there, that they are.

They open again, and she stares down at the state of her shirt. Ripped, bloody, pretty fucking useless if you ask her. "I never liked the fucking thing anyway." She shifts again, leaning up on her elbows, the sides of her top just barely covering her.

"Am I all better, doctor?"