She didn't hear him come in, didn't notice the change in lighting when the curtain was pulled back. Natasha barely even noticed the water turning off, as she'd already begun to grow cold. But when she felt his arms go around her and the towel brush her skin, her head jerked up. As his words swam in her mind, broken jade eyes gazed at him for a moment, then closed again and she moved closer to huddle against him, the towel pressed between them. Her head bowed and she pressed it into his chest as she took slow, deep breaths in her attempt to regain her sanity and thoughts, retake control of herself.
Slowly, the trembling stopped, but she didn't move away, merely letting him dry her off as she sat in stoic silence. She didn't think he was ready to hear something else about her own past, something she hadn't remembered until now, so she stayed quiet. It was the past and couldn't be changed, anyway, so there was no point in dwelling on it, right? The side of her mind that was still sometimes half-controlled by the Red Room's way of thinking said that she should be grateful to her teachers for instructing her in such a manner; learning to not question orders had kept her alive many times over the years, and had caused her to do unspeakable things that she was still trying to clear from her ledger, even now.
"....I know," she whispered finally, softly, her face turning more into his chest. It mattered that he was there, because recently she'd almost lost him.