While Eric is in the bathroom, Pam sits on the edge of the bed for a moment, absently stroking Jemma's hair. Her skin feels a little cold. She might need a bit of blood in return, but she can rest first.

Pam takes the glass of water from Eric and sets it on the nightstand.

And then looks up at him at his apology, her brows knitted.

"Don't be. I'm sure you did what you had to."

She gets to her feet, taking a few steps toward him, reaching up to touch his shoulders, his face. Goddamn, how she missed that face. It was all she wanted to see these past two nights, and finally she has it back again. She chuckles softly to herself.

They're not alone. But Jemma is out of it, so she doesn't matter.

With a sigh, she runs her hands down Eric's arms to cling at his fingers.

"But you still can't wear light colors."

She arches an eyebrow at him.