While Terrence dressed, Ella managed to pull on her shorts that she'd worn over there. Shoes, however, weren't mandatory, wherever he was going wasn't likely to be public. "Always," she responded easily, resolutely, as she moved off the bed and took his hand. She didn't need to be by his side and she doubted he needed her there, but that's where she would be. She'd go to hell and back with him, and hell was where she was rather certain they were heading. If not today, most certainly in the ones that would follow.