Taking the shirt, Martha shook her head. "I can head back to the flat tomorrow morning..." or rather later, looking at the clock. She paused. "I know I might not know the difference, but, you know I worry when I wake up and you're not there." she felt bad saying it, but tonight, when she'd gotten up, she knew where he was and she knew why. All she wanted was to help him. And she couldn't think that tonight had really helped. Maybe a little... but, she just hoped that he let her take some of the burden.
Standing up, she stretched, her shoulders suddenly feeling stiff. She walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, "I wouldn't mind a little company," she nuzzled against him. "Especially since I think both of us could use a scrub off..." She reached up and brushed his forehead again. The hot water really would feel good. Her muscles were tense... Maybe a side effect of almost dying?