"I don't know," he admitted. And he really didn't care. "If it makes you feel better, I'll sleep on the settee and you can have the bed." Not that he was really that worried about her trying to kill him in his sleep.
"Here," he said as he helped her rinse out her hair at least. He'd have to change his sweatpants but that didn't matter. Grabbing a towel for her to wrap herself up in, he leaned down to turn off the tap.
He wrapped an arm around her to help her out of the shower, then wrapped her up in the towel. "Sit down whilst I dry you," he told her. "I don't want that to happen either. But I'll not just leave you alone." And right now, he doubted either her eating him in any way good or bad was going to happen. She was too exhausted to stand even.