Her hair covered most of the bandage on her neck when it was down, leaving a slight peek of white between the collar of the shirt and locks of dark brown. You could almost not tell she was injured, except her wrist that she favored. Ileana laughed quietly, ducking her head as she smiled a little and did a little turn as if she was showing off. “You also had to help me get out of my clothes with your eyes closed,” she reminded him with a little giggle, “And I totally can rock sweatpants and t-shirts.”
Ileana shrugged a little and simply, “It’s late and I figured you have to work in the morning.” She grinned a little, “I need to stop showing up so late. At least it’s under better terms this time.”