She took the shampoo and lathered her own hair, which took the most time of anything. Once she was washed and rinsed, she moved to him, tiptoeing up and washing without speaking. Eliot communicated through action, not words, and she knew that this was the best way to tell him how she felt.
He did seem more calm than before he'd left. He'd been like a tiger in a cage, pacing back and forth, ready to take a chunk out of anyone who got too close. "Someday, I want to come with you," she murmured. "Been a while since I beat someone up."