Her blush deepened at his observation, but she gratefully accepted his shirt. Savannah rose to her feet in one smooth gesture, ruined a little by her hand quickly reaching for the wall as the room spun around her. A second later, she felt steady enough to stand without the additional support.
No quick movements. Right.
With another of those embarrassed smiles, she slid the shirt over her head. It certainly covered her tiny frame better than the hospital gown did. "Thank you," she told him, genuinely meaning it. She adjusted the shirt, pulling the hem of it down over her slender thighs. "I'll get this back to you."