She can't help but giggle at how quickly he eats, but then he's helping her into the room. "You know you don't have to clean up, silly. You've got to be as exhausted as I am," she points out, tugging one of her nightgowns out of the closet. "Just come to bed with me."

Iris tugs off her shirt, not really caring that he's still in the room any more. He's already seen her shirtless on the island, anyway. Pulling the nightgown into place, she lets it settle before sitting at the edge of the bed to haul off her shorts. Which... do not want to cooperate. "Um... I need help," she blushes, looking up at him pleadingly. The shorts are caught on the edge of her cast and she is at a horrible angle to work them free.