The moment Bruce jolted away from her, Greer was upright and her body was rigid. Her green eyes were slitted as she watched his struggle. She would not run, not yet. Not until true danger presented itself.
Her lungs ached as she held her breath and waited. Slowly, when she noticed his body settle, she expelled but did not yet rise. She did not know how much time he would need to recover, how safe it would be for her to even speak. Her tail twitched and the rest of her body started to relax now that he had regained his pallet and crawled to his feet.
As he moved away from the bedroom, the woman quirked a brow and came off the bed slowly. She reclaimed her shirt and tossed it on carelessly, silent for the moment. "Oh no, that won't do at all," she remarked as he made to leave the bedroom. "You can't leave the clean-up to me. Come on," she passed him with a smile over her shoulder. "You wash. I'll dry."