Omega is reluctant to let her draw away, but whether she wants space or his closeness, he'll give her either one. She does have his devotion. He had none to give until she came along, and now all of it belongs to her. Blue will recover from this; she's too strong not to. Stubborn. And she's smarter than him. She can do this, in whatever way feels best to her.

Yes, they'll get her cleaned up, and hopefully that will make her feel a little bit better too. Omega reaches up to touch her face, no less beautiful for being red-eyed and tear-stained, and he strokes her cheek and tucks her hair back behind one ear. He just loves the hell out of her. No matter what comes next, she needs to be sure of that.

"I've got you," he says, still quiet. The washcloths are waiting nearby, and he realizes that he left the water running in the sink. Convenient, anyway. He wets a cloth and squeezes soap into it until the suds form, and starts with his mate's arm to carefully rub her down.