Errik made his way to the main house and retrieved towels from the bathroom to return to find her changing. Exposed from her waist up, he watched anxiously through the crack in the door to find her to slowly remove her clothing. Almost as if trying to torture him. He looked away, wanting to be a gentleman but found himself look back as he heard her release a long breath. He saw how she had bruises upon her back and scars on her arms. She then removed her jeans and was exposed before him-although she did not know it. In nothing but her lower undergarments, she placed a long white shirt over her and found a pair of sweatpants in the lower drawer. Taking them onto her side, she noticed how they were incredibly big and used her hair band taken from her wrist to tie one end to fit better to her body. When she was completely dressed, he knocked upon the door which made her jump.
"Are you alright?" He asked as he saw her jump.
"Didn't expect you back so soon..." She said letting out a sigh of relief.
"Sorry...here are the towels..." He said with a smirk. "Do you want me to wash those?"
"If that's not a problem..."
"Not at all...I have to do a load anyway...Do you have any other clothes with you?"
"No." She said looking to the ground.
"No worries." He said with a smile. "I will take you home in a bit to retrieve your stuff..."
"I don't want to go back." She said quick and defensive.
"Don't worry. I have an idea."
