Tuck washed his hands, and then he returned with a large glass of water, and a wet towel for her to clean off with. "Oh, Marcie," Tuck sat beside her, rubbing her arm. "I can get you some clean clothes if you'd like. Or you can take a shower. You're safe here, and you can stay as long as you need. Much is at a protest but I'll text him to get somewhere quieter and call us."
Then he pulled out his phone and texted with one hand, his other still rubbing Marcie's arm.
Much, can you do me a favour and get somewhere quiet and then give me a call? Marcie is at the parsonage.