[ she just pulls something from her sleeve and hands it over to him - soft cloth, a handkerchief. it's probably a little damp, but it'll do the trick. ]

Yeah...

[ the scrubbing, don't scrub. it's okay. her hand finds his arm gently and perches there if he lets it, though she understands if he would rather she not (she'll keep it to herself if that's the case.) but. anyways. ]

It is... and we'll have to be prepared to do last week all over again. [ but more so. as she speaks, her eyes wet a little, but she just blinks a bit and sits back further. ] Just... take it easy this time, okay?