Now that she mentioned it, he could smell something on her. He knew what it was; he'd smelled it often enough to know it by heart, but he chose instead to believe that he didn't know. Instead he focused on drying her hair, wondering just what to say to the girl in front of him to make her feel better for the horrible things in her memory.
"You should still have dried your hair. Maybe you can't get sick, but it can't feel good having the cold hit you just before the point where you go numb all the time." When he removed the towel, her hair was far more mussed than he'd ever seen it. In any other situation he'd smile. Right now, it just highlighted how broken she looked.
Gar put an arm around her, hugging her gently. She even felt smaller.