It's telling enough the way he avoids looking her in the eye, but when he does... No. No no no. She can't read the finer details of whatever mess is running through his head, but she can see enough to understand that he still has needs and feels guilty for that. Because she'd asked him to help her and he'd gotten caught up in it himself? There was no shame in that, especially not when they were consenting adults who were both clearly enjoying the festivities.

Pulling her legs under her, she tries to stand but wobbles a bit too much, her muscles still relearning how to not be jelly, so she leans up against that cool wall again.

"My legs still aren't working too well just yet, but just give me a minute and I'll be right over there," she informs him in a somewhat stern tone, which would probably be much more effective if she weren't naked with what she guesses is probably wild 'I just had sex' hair. "'Cause I want to help you, Knock Out, the way you helped me." Her tone softens as she adds, "I want to do this for you, if I can and if you'll let me."