James returned with the sweatshirt, blanket, and a pair of flannel drawstring pants folded up in her arms. Her eyes skirted to where Ella sat on the chair, and James rested the items neatly on the kitchen table beside her. "The bathroom is in the hall, if you'd like to change.." And rinse all that blood off, James thought, even if she had the presence of mind not to say it aloud.
"..Whenever you feel up to it," She offered, her tone went gentle with a keen awareness that said James didn't think it was a good idea for Ella to be on her feet for very long just yet. She remembered witnessing people pass out just while standing in line to donate blood, James knew what the shocked pallor of Ella's skin and the faint glaze over her eyes could mean. Not to mention that the idea of donating blood was probably a whole hell of a lot less traumatizing than whatever had transpired inside Shane's apartment minutes ago.
"Would anyone like some coffee?" Her attention strayed to Rick, smile smooth as ever with the offer. As if this was a perfectly normal evening get together.