She looks up as soon as he touches her, eyes honing in on the hand clamped around her wrist. They travel up to his quickly, slightly narrowed but holding no anger. After a moment she twists her wrist away from his fingers, placing the cloth back in the bowl and straightening away from the bed. She certainly isn't going to argue, and she really doesn't want to piss him off even more.

"That's fine. I bought her some new clothes that would be comfortable, in case they want to use them."

She leaves the supplies she had brought on the table, only taking the basin and towel out with her. It was time to call Thomas and get their drink on.