Her small hands were busily unwrapping supplies when Jason realized she had spoken about shaving his face, which only earned a relaxed smile before she laughed.  The sound was warm and welcoming, even as she popped open the aloe-based cleanser she had been carrying in her pocket.

"You might be the only military man I've met that's willing to let his beard grow while in my clutches."  Putting that soap down, she soon leaned forward and her hands slid behind his neck to untie the hospital gown carefully, but quickly.   "Do me a favor?"  When his attention was on her and she was unsnapping the grommets, a smile overtook her again.  "Take a deep breath.  If you can shower naked with other men, you can handle this just as well, yeah?"

Pulling the gown down to his waist, it was left there as she quietly examined the bruising on his body before retrieving a washcloth and soaping it up.  Soon enough, she was washing him without fanfare.  Each pass was gentle and warm, replacing the sterile scents of surgery with something more normalized.

"Did you decide what sounds good for food yet?  I was debating on a burger, myself.   Medium rare, maybe a fried egg on top.  They make bomb fries too."  Eyeing his shoulder, Celeste deftly avoided particularly tender flesh.

"And I saw a tattoo, when I was doing your assessments.  What's the story behind that?"  Rinsing his skin next, it was dried as she went.  "I have a couple, myself."  Drying one of her gloves, the edge of her neckline was pulled down as she bent low, showing the edge of a tree.  "I'd have to show you a picture, I think.  I have the World Tree over most of my back, but I still need to get my color finished."