As much as he hated the idea of parting from her, even temporarily, she was right. Of course she was right. They needed to get out of the way. They were right in the middle of everything.
He stood and placed both hands out in front of himself to help her stand up.
"Can you walk easily?" He was worried about her wound. About how much it hurt her. He didn't want her to have to walk too far if it was too painful.
He thought of all the places that they might sit and fix her up, but he kept coming back to the quiet of his apartment. He had all the medical things he needed there. She could relax on his couch. Be unbothered by other people.
Dexter wasn't sure that he should suggest such a thing. It seemed too soon. Normal people didn't offer that, did they? Not right away. But she would be most comfortable there. He was sure of it.
"If you think that you can walk a little ways, we could go to my apartment. I have everything there that you might need."