Even as she washed out her mouth one last time, there was a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. She still couldn't shake the anger at him, not even after all they'd said to each other in the heat of the moment. Staring back at her own reflection, she remembered how scared she'd been to wake up in someone else's body for the first time. It had never happened to her before, only to people she knew. It had even happened to Hemingway, for fuck's sake. Admittedly she really hadn't taken it well but he'd taken it even worse.
Throwing the towel into the hamper, she felt the wave of exhaustion wash over her. There was still so much to talk about and process but she just didn't have the energy for it all. All she wanted was to lie down on her own bed and not feel like an intruder.
Peeking her head into the kitchen warily, she bit her lip. "Tea ready?" she muttered.