Both of them were soaked to the bone from the rain, but that was a feeling Eric was used to. The cold, the moisture didn't affect him like it did her. But he was no longer on his own. He had Leeloo now to think about and he couldn't come to bed in such a state. He knew she would want him there, she did every night. Why would this one be different?
As she broke from him, he lingered. She moved to the bathroom and he kept his distance from her and tended to his own condition. His clothes changed from wet to dry, his hair was still a bit damp from the rain.
When she settled into the warmth of sheets, he waited in the shadows. And it was only when she offered her hand did he approach her. The gesture of putting his palm against hers was familiar and it wasn't but another moment before he was beside her amongst the sheets.