Don't worry about it. [Her voice is smooth and soft, the type of voice she reserves for firm instructions over the intercoms on a mission or softly breaking news to someone. It doesn't waiver, not even as she watches him shudder and her heart throbs in her chest. The Assassin training in her is getting a lot more shine as of late, and for good reason, reminding her how to stay strong in situations like this. How to deal.]
I got you. [She lets him go only for a second, long enough to strip off her t-shirt and wiggle her cargos down off her hips. She doesn't strip completely naked not out of shyness or a reservation for the situation, but because she doesn't want to take the time it would cost - and leave him standing on his own. For some reason she feels she needs to stay a pillar of support here, so as she ducks under the spray of water in boyshorts and a bra, her arms return to enveloping him.
As she combs his wet hair back and runs her hand over his skin, she repeats to emphasize:] I've got you.