[ Looking for salvation or no, Angela does her best to help regardless. It's in her nature, and it's in her job description— at the heart of it all, she wants others to feel better. It's as plain and simple as that. Her friends are no exception to the rule. So yes, she surrounds herself in comfort, favors the warmth of wood over the sterility of metal, and lets her environment pull its weight as much as she does.
It's a trend he'll have to 'suffer'.
And seeing the exhaustion slowly beginning to soften as it unwinds, never fully leaving him but at least lessening, she's glad and meets him head-on as he comes up the stairs, stepping into the bathroom just before he's at the top landing. ]
You owe me a few hours of rest, and we'll call it even. I'll start the water.
[ Not that she didn't expect he couldn't figure it out, but it was easier on him to just go ahead with it. (Because she does puff, the slightest ruffle of feathers and straightening of her shoulders he'd even try to imply she'd keep track, cheeks puffing with her 'ire'. Soft-hearted though it may be, and because it left him a little softer in expression.) So she turns away, an idle gesture at the clothes she'd laid out (and a shirt to try, though she has her doubts it'd be comfortable with how tight it may be) before she's cranking on the water. Close enough for him to see how she did so, so he knows how to turn it off after. The sundries are clearly labeled for shampoo and body wash, and she hangs a clean washcloth beside her loofah before dipping her fingers in the shower stream, feeling the temperature. The tub was a separate entity but there's still plenty of room in the glass stall, quick to steam.
With the warning, she very nearly startles— the faintest twitch as she begins to turn toward him and changes her mind right after, twisting the other way with a little quirk of a smile. She hadn't heard him shed anything, but just in case. ]
I'm a medical professional; it's nothing I haven't seen before, sir. [ Cheeky, that. ] I'll be back in for your clothes in a minute, all right? So I can get them washed. I'll stay if you get light-headed.
[ He's in her peripheral when she turns, just enough to lay her hand against his arm and catch his expression before moving off, leaning the door behind her for his privacy. ]
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It's a trend he'll have to 'suffer'.
And seeing the exhaustion slowly beginning to soften as it unwinds, never fully leaving him but at least lessening, she's glad and meets him head-on as he comes up the stairs, stepping into the bathroom just before he's at the top landing. ]
You owe me a few hours of rest, and we'll call it even. I'll start the water.
[ Not that she didn't expect he couldn't figure it out, but it was easier on him to just go ahead with it. (Because she does puff, the slightest ruffle of feathers and straightening of her shoulders he'd even try to imply she'd keep track, cheeks puffing with her 'ire'. Soft-hearted though it may be, and because it left him a little softer in expression.) So she turns away, an idle gesture at the clothes she'd laid out (and a shirt to try, though she has her doubts it'd be comfortable with how tight it may be) before she's cranking on the water. Close enough for him to see how she did so, so he knows how to turn it off after. The sundries are clearly labeled for shampoo and body wash, and she hangs a clean washcloth beside her loofah before dipping her fingers in the shower stream, feeling the temperature. The tub was a separate entity but there's still plenty of room in the glass stall, quick to steam.
With the warning, she very nearly startles— the faintest twitch as she begins to turn toward him and changes her mind right after, twisting the other way with a little quirk of a smile. She hadn't heard him shed anything, but just in case. ]
I'm a medical professional; it's nothing I haven't seen before, sir. [ Cheeky, that. ] I'll be back in for your clothes in a minute, all right? So I can get them washed. I'll stay if you get light-headed.
[ He's in her peripheral when she turns, just enough to lay her hand against his arm and catch his expression before moving off, leaning the door behind her for his privacy. ]