Pietro hurried to her side, smile abruptly turning into a quizzical lopsided thing as he saw her hair. "That's a new look," he said, finally smiling at her through her reflection in the mirror. "How are you feeling, Darling? Shouldn't you be in bed? Resting and all that. It's important." He slid his arms around her middle, resting his chin on her shoulder, "I can stay if you want."