Natasha pushed herself up to her own slightly wobbly legs and wrapped her towel securely around herself before abandoning the shower for his use. She stayed close, just in case, but backed off once it was clear he was fit to stand on his own again. While he washed she busied herself with brushing her teeth, gargling some mouthwash, and tying her hair back in a loose braid, and by the time she was finished, only a few minutes later, so was he.

Of course it was still early, and they really should have been getting something for supper, but the very thought of food at the moment made her stomach churn again so she just smiled and nodded and let him go about getting food for himself. She was glad he was ready to turn in after that, though, as she was pretty ready to drop herself, but when he stopped mid sentence, cursing instead, she felt a cold hand grip her heart for a moment. She was almost scared to look around him to see what had garnered such a reaction, but when she did a surprised laugh burst out and she had to slap a hand over her mouth.

She had the distinct feeling that the kitten was intentionally pushing him.

Trying to hide her amusement, Natasha looked from the kitten to the mess it had made and then to the door, which still stood open. “You left the door open,” she pointed out, very helpfully.