She mumbled a 'sorry' somewhere amidst the removal, broken and defeated. She knew what it meant to ask him to do this, but there was no one else...and she was just too tired (emotionally, physically, mentally) to even attempt it, least she have another breakdown.
Elisabeth hugged herself tightly, her nails beginning to dig into her skin as she watched him not watch her. It would be the only time she managed to even be remotely close to her teasing self as she smirked half-heartedly and said, "Definitely not the way I pictured this." And then the smirk was gone, the time and setting far from appropriate for joking, and Elisabeth was moving towards the bathroom.
Before she fully closed the door, she removed the lacy undergarments and dropped them at the foot of the door, telling Sam, "Burn them. Throw them away. All of it, just get rid of it." She closed the door, but held onto the handle, staring with eyes glazed over at the floor for what felt like hours but was only minutes.
The shower was methodical, the water as hot as she could possibly stand...until it all caught up with her again and she was scrubbing at her skin like some obsessive-compulsive germaphobe. At some point, she slid down the cool tile and just sat in the tub, letting the water carelessly wash over her as it mixed with her heated tears. She would make this up to Sam. She owed him so much for tonight and Lis felt he would never fully know her gratitude.
When Elisabeth was finished, she emerged with a small amount of control over herself now. She would at least cease crying and breaking into hysteric fits. She grabbed one of the hotel's towels and used one to wrap around her head and hair, and the other to tightly clench around her body. She poked her head out and announced, "I'm coming out," sliding along the floors until she resumed her spot on Sam's bed.