[Despite every insistence that she'd need his help yesterday and a moment ago, of course when it really comes down to it, she'd still tend to herself. She gives him a pat and he fondly shakes his head.

He watches until she starts pulling out clothes. It's then he looks away, offering her that small bit of privacy. It would probably be better to go out in the hall, but she doesn't ask him to leave or even announce her plans to change.

He feels it when she settles back on the bed, for which he glances at her but looks away again, once more offering privacy if for the sake of comfort instead of dignity. He assures her.]

It's okay... Already... mostly settled down... Only bothers... if I pay attention...

[It hurts, but it doesn't hurt. It does demand his focus.]

Won't get better... won't get worse... all fine...