She was watching him, but had he looked up, he would have realized it wasn't anything to be embarrassed over. She looked curious and interested, and it made her sit forward a tiny bit, toes peeking under the edge of her nightgown as she leaned. She watched him go through his entire process, then she slipped off the bed wordlessly and leaned past him, without touching him at all, and opened the window. He must be warm in those clothes, but he must have a reason for keeping them on.
She moved to the kitchen, robe trailing behind her, and she came back with a teacup and saucer, tiny cookie on the saucer, leaning against the dainty cup. The set had belonged to her mother, and Boyd had nothing but good memories around it.