Once she was dressed in her discarded clothes from the night before, she was careful not to make any noise as she exited the room. A long, hot shower alone in her own bathroom helped her clear her mind. The haze clouding her judgment began to lift. She knew she had been foolish to cross over that invisible line. What was even more frustrating was how little she actually cared. Thinking only of stolen moments within the safety of his flat wasn't the answer to her problem. If anything, all she was doing was putting the wizard in danger. Everything she touched turned to shit. Why would he be any different?