Oh. For him. It hadn't even occurred to her, everyone had always expected her to be the one to take all the precautions, and it had only ever been Remy who'd made the effort to offer her a reprieve from her fabric prison. Caine couldn't possibly know how much it meant to her now that he wasn't insisting she wear her gloves and stay covered at all times, and there was no way she'd be able to properly explain it to him.

Still. "Thank you, on all counts," she said, visibly relaxing as she let her hands fall to her sides. "I don't plan on making things difficult for you. All I want is to get someplace where I can live my life in peace, and I'll do whatever's necessary for that to happen."

She took a deep breath and moved to sit on the edge of the lower bed, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees. "I should probably also mention that I don't sleep well. Nightmares. Usually it's not that bad, but sometimes... Well, I'm sorry in advance if I disturb you."