[ She almost doesn't hear him, simply because she's making so much unnecessary (but satisfying for her) noise. It's been like digging into the world's most concerning onion, each layer revealing something new and questionable underneath. Like, how did a piece of corn husk manage to get this far?

But hearing her name makes her quiet down long enough...and she's wondering if she misheard. Blinking, she takes a few steps back and peeks out at him. Wow. So he did have the word "help" somewhere in his vocabulary. ]

Ummm. One sec.

[ She uses wrapping herself up in a towel to swallow down her shock before making her way towards him. As she comes up to his side, she has to blink some more. It sure would be tempting to make some snide comment, considering it's probably what he'd do to her if the situation were reversed, but no. She is refined. And more than a little worried to see him in such a state. With the way he was, she kind of figured he could swim through lava and be just fine. ]

Wanna stay there a while longer?

[ Groaning quietly, she takes a seat in an open spot at his side. He definitely looks a mess. For her, this was just another day. Even outside of adventurous sex, she'd been hurt. A lot. She was used to this, probably a little too much. Controlling and working through her pain had become a real talent. ]

I can get cleaned up really quick, then come out and help you so you don't have to move much? You can clean up more later, once you feel better.

[ She's trying to leave some of his dignity intact...and perhaps prevent herself from crumpling like a piece of paper while attempting to get such a giant of a man into her bathroom. ]