As his eyes seemed to cloud she felt her own self curl in on itself, she somehow had insulted him and her stomach turned; it was the last thing she wanted to do. When he got up Silas bent up on her elbows to watch him, biting on her lip hating the separation, the exact thing she feared when- if- it was found.
The flippant words, the lie, she sighed quietly and went to grasp for the towel before changing her mind and instead stood up and pulled down a dressing gown quickly tying it loosely. She only hoped that he hadn't locked the door.
Hand wrapping around the handle, she took in a deep breath and tentatively opened the door, brushing her still damp hair over her shoulder. "Tavish-" habit had her close the door behind them as the heat rolled over her again. "I- I'm sure someone can charm it for me... Please-" her hand timidly reached out for his arm, her fingertips brushing against his skin.