Opening the first aid kit on the bathroom counter, Ben went to wait for her in the living room, his arms folded across his chest to keep himself from descending into an anxious tantrum. When the door opened, he blew out a breath and offered her his hand.

"Come with me," he murmured, turning to lead her into the bathroom, where he'd already put the toilet seat down for her to sit. At the mention of her pants, he smiled faintly.

"We'll get you some new ones."