[ She's probably to spend a fair amount of time fairly convinced she's about to lose him again because that's what happens, right, this is what history has taught her and she really can't do that again. Maybe not ever. Definitely not right now. But he's here right now, and she told him what she needed to, and she's getting clean somewhat even if she won't feel like it for a long time.

Her eyes are following him, just the tiniest ghost of a smile as she reaches a hand out to touch his for a moment. Reassurance he's solid, again. ] Just hack it all off. I don't want it.

[ Oh. That. She considers it for a moment. ] I might need to drain the bath and start over in a minute, I guess. It's not all mine. Or recent. Time, you know. They aren't big on showers in prisons.