He let go. "You weren't breathing. Or responding," he said. It seemed a little lame, now, like an excuse, considering that she seemed better than she had been when they'd come into the hotel. He hovered at the edge of the bath for a moment anyway. That made no sense. Then again, why was he questioning anything anymore? If he woke up tomorrow and gravity had disappeared and they were all falling up into the sky, he ought to take it as normal. Nothing was impossible, not after Bellum.
"I'm fine," he said, standing up and backing away, a little too aware of the fact that she was naked. He was not taking his clothes off. Whether or not he was cold and they were wet had little impact on that decision.