The moment of lucidity was enough. "If you don't mean it, then I'll forgive you," he said firmly. He knew things had to be confusing for her. The poor thing. "Just a moment."
He ducked into his bedroom and found a sweater and a pair of sweatpants. His clothes were much too big for her, but at least she would be dry. When he returned, he handed them to her, along with a towel. "Here. Put these on, you'll be warmer. Are you hungry at all?"