"If you say so," she murmurs, shaking her head. She will take his word for it because he hadn't steered her wrong last time and because, well, she can't just give in so easily.

She unfolds from the chair, reaches out to kick his boots with her bare foot.

"Go shower, you smell." Does he? Maybe a little, like smoke, but not unfamiliar enough to be a problem, especially since getting outside had aired them both out. She wants to set up their sleeping arrangements while he is occupied in the very tiny shower.