"In the bathroom, most likely," Wesley offered unhelpfully as she disappeared.

Truth be told, he was feeling a bit odd as well. This was such a departure from what he had come to expect -- she was talking and moving around and engaging with him, and she was wearing his shirt, and... well. He'd be lying if he said he didn't support this new development. His heart was beating oddly as he shifted to sit against the headboard, giving her room to do whatever bandaging she needed to do.