[He's so nice, even like this where the moon grabs them and changes them, he's still looking out for her. She steps in, and his presence is intense, flooding her new acute senses, wondering again how hard he could bite.

It's getting so hot that she has the same idea that hanging out in the bath would really cool her down.

But wait.]

I'm not sure how long I'll be in there. Or if I'll change at all.

[His back maybe facing hers, but in order to get his attention, she tries to reach out to him. Her fingers barely ghost his back when she realises she would lose control, and quickly swerves so that it pushes up against the door. Effectively, this sandwiches him in between her and that surface. Which, turns out worse for her, because she could just take him in.

She can't control it.]

We could go together. [It left her lips faster than she could think, and quickly she bites her tongue.] I meant to say! That you should go first.