Elisabeth for once didn't argue and instead, quickly dried and dressed herself. She pulled her knees up to her chest and loosely hooked her arms around them, pressing her nose to the fabric to breathe in Sam's scent. It was a soothing thing, and she watched the door for him to emerge.
"Yes...and I'll make this up to you. Everything. You've...helped and I appreciate it. Thank you, Sam Winchester." She blinked over at him, a heaviness in her chest.