In the space here where an explanation might go, Ilde has nothing, just the anxious, reflexive grasping of her fingers and the reminder in the back of her head of how insane this is. Plenty of people would be happy to point out to her that Ivan isn't safe, a few of them already have - Ivan himself included - and she's stuck thinking but he's still here. Running a bath and getting a bandage and not pushing, and it doesn't leave her under the impression he's a good person (she's addled, not delusional), but she wonders absently how it is she defines good. If she defines it at all. Maybe it's a you had to be there kind of a thing--

Christ, maybe she'd like to think about anything that isn't what's still turning circles in her head. A few hideous moments and he'd been those dead human monsters still haunting her, and it's an equivalence she wants to stop thinking about, and she doesn't consider that she might need further explanations for why she feels abruptly compelled to wash off the medical-clean-first-aid smell lingering on his hands (in her head-- it's mostly in her head), reaching for a body-wash on the side of the tub that belongs to her.