She's right where he left her, except for her boots and socks, which she's taken off and tucked neatly under the bed.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she's taking stock of the size of the room and the bed and the dresser and begun making a preliminary shopping list... but it can wait. It can all wait.

The blankets get a fond look, as she starts stripping out of her clothes. She's too tired for it to be anything but practical, a way to get under the sheets and blankets and into his arms as quickly as possible, but she can't help but feel a little more like Sharon Carter with every piece of Madripoor she strips away. She desperately wants a shower, but she wants sleep more. "I feel like I could sleep for a week."