There's a pang if guilt at that, but she reminds herself that he had chosen that himself. Even still, "it's your bed... you could have slept in it."

At least a little sleep has completely dimmed that snap in her voice. That and the sight of those scars...

She looks back at him, still sure of what she saw, even though now his skin looks... smoother? How...

"Um...." She blinks, glancing down at herself. "I think a few trunks were supposed to be brought today..." Lest she fall victim to the demon seamstress again.