"Alright." She sighed softly, she'd rather think about other things. Other people, rather than the storm that was ebbing through her bones. But for now she just contented herself with listening to Clint. The steady drum of his heart, the soft in and out of each breath. Her thumbs delicately rubbing over the bulge of his stomach.
"Yeah. I need to get a shower anyway, you probably ought to change, I done got mud all over you." Though part of her wouldn't have minded having company in the shower. Even if it was just the presence of another person. She let her feet drop to the cool tile floor, before she slowly extracted herself. Holding a hand out to him to help him up from the bench. The tears having slowed to just one or two when she blinked.