He lets it go, mostly because she starts to move and kicks his boot. He idly pushes back against her, before shaking his head. "We can't have that," he says, standing up and vanishing off to the shower.

It doesn't take all that long. Cassian is nothing if not quick and efficient in all things utilitarian, even showering, so it's about ten minutes later that he comes back into her room. He's dressed down in his pajamas, hair still damp, but smelling a lot less smoky as he takes in the sleep set up she's put together. "You are right, I would take my bathroom over yours."