She's not certain if it's better or worse that he says nothing as she attempts to recover. It helps her focus on the steady patter of water against her skin, though, allowing her to come down from the heightened place of worry she was in. All her worries are still there, waiting for her to fuck this up, but they're less pressing than they were. That'll have to do for now.

Exhaling slowly, she opens her eyes - still a touch red from the tears that threatened them before - and touches his face to draw his attention back to her. She's still so afraid, so certain she'll do this wrong somehow, but she's determined to press on. Her worries don't stop her from wanting him. He is still here because she loves him and wants him to be here, and that is... enough. If it isn't, she'll make it be enough, somehow.

She kisses him softly, drawing herself the smallest bit closer as she does. "Thank you," she murmurs. I'm still not certain of myself, but... "I'm here now, completely, but I... don't know how to do this. A-at this pace, I mean. It's... I've never..." She forces herself to stop and take a breath to keep herself steady. "This is new to me."

Maybe she won't regret this, but she can't help feeling inadequate when she admits that. Wolfe knows she's not used to softness, but this is still... too much.