It's a good plan, and the idea of having something concrete to follow does soothe her, somewhat--she'd been worried about Huan. It strikes her as too petty to believe that Zendak would do something to her dog, but Huan is her protector as much as she is his. Hasi nods, quietly, mulling over the list of who she'll need to contact and what she'll need from her place. (It's a pity she's in no mood to contemplate the humor of Mitchell trying to contend with her walk-in closet.)
"I should take a bath, first," she decides. It's not that she's in any hurry to get near water any time soon, but the heat will be soothing, and she doesn't want saltwater sticking in her hair.
She looks up at Mitchell, golden eyes wide, a little more vulnerable than she likes to be (she's stopped letting it happen so easily after Hyde told her it was when she was the most beautiful, and he wasn't wrong, either, but right now it's not something she can help).
"Will you stay with me?" Sitting at the edge while she's in the bath is normally a more intimate practice than what she's suggesting, but arguably there's a closeness in this, too. People picking up one another when they're wrecked is a sign of something, she'll realize, later--much later.
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"I should take a bath, first," she decides. It's not that she's in any hurry to get near water any time soon, but the heat will be soothing, and she doesn't want saltwater sticking in her hair.
She looks up at Mitchell, golden eyes wide, a little more vulnerable than she likes to be (she's stopped letting it happen so easily after Hyde told her it was when she was the most beautiful, and he wasn't wrong, either, but right now it's not something she can help).
"Will you stay with me?" Sitting at the edge while she's in the bath is normally a more intimate practice than what she's suggesting, but arguably there's a closeness in this, too. People picking up one another when they're wrecked is a sign of something, she'll realize, later--much later.