So cute, but looking so worn out! Taking the towel from the 'ghost' she took the time to gingerly blot at him some first before making herself and the floor a little less damp. And for once she appreciated his tendency to overlook subtle and accidental fanservice, as he was in an all around poor condition for receiving it. And being that seating him upon her lap or hugging him more like she sorely wanted to had the possibility of drawing attention to all that while she still wasn't quite dry yet, she was content to go back to lightly petting his hair with the tips of her fingers instead. Maybe he wouldn't mind so much, especially since she'd decided that he'd probably dealt with his new vision situation more than enough for the time being and thought it best to leave it at an understanding nod. Yet another terrible coincidence. It'd be enough to laugh over, if it weren't so cruel.

The affirmations continued, as she was eager to acquire any of his trust and approval that she could get. "I intend to keep every promise I've made to you, if I can," she confirmed, ever the self-described hero with her lofty ambitions. But the bold and ridiculous quality those statements usually took had gone entirely missing this time, voiced warmly instead. Confusion muddled her sweet feelings some, unsure of just what was implied by his suggestion of violence. "Well. If that's what you'd like. A knock upon the head it is~" The way that she looked to have taken in the information but didn't feel inclined to instantly follow up upon it seemed to be an assurance that she wouldn't go around swatting at heads until she found the right one. Inwardly there was definitely a question of how to control the power of her swing, but him not telling her just why was probably enough to keep her strikes from being emotionally charged.

"So you did want one." He'd done very well in avoiding her inquiries about some sort of sanitizing appliance previously. And finally, the opportunity to provide! At long last she abandoned the wet spot upon the floor, taking the effort to stand up in a springy fashion. "Wait here, and I shall supply. And I'll douse myself with antiseptic on my way out, don't worry." It was beginning to settle within her mind as a habit by then, and happily so. She even remembered retrieve the facial cover she'd discarded earlier in her frustration, entirely too giddy as she made her way to the bathroom to make good on what she'd just said. But nah. Still no shoes.