There was no arguing with her, and despite the fact that he'd felt genuine fear when he'd looked through the bathroom door and seen her laying under the water, her sudden good humor brought a half-smile to his face.
He was still cold and wet, and he hadn't been in the blanket long enough to change that much. So he gave in, pulling his clothes off and hanging them over the shower curtain rod to dry and pulling the robe on.
He walked back out into the room. "You seem better," he said. Small blessings.