["I won't be long" is such an innocuous phrase to be hurt by, and yet... No. Beyond being selfish of her, it just... wasn't something she technically had a right to think, no matter what he'd said before or how high her hopes had gotten. True to her word, by the time he returns... She's just finished with the last button, pulling it towards her mouth to use sharp canines to cut through the tied-off string before she gives the garment one last check.]

I'm the one who damaged it, so...

[It was only proper she be the one to fix it, rush job or not. Task complete, she holds it out in offer, attempting to school her own expression even though she's nowhere near as good at it as he is.]

Here.

[The only thing that's changed since he left... she's shifted just a little to put her rump behind her in attempt to hide how her tail still twitched and swayed with heat yet unsated. Moved a bit of hay and reeds about to cover the stains left by their lovemaking until she found the strength for steadier legs and the required changing of the bedding.

But that could wait. She had something else to see to. To see out.]

Your other shirt is on the table there...

[The more jinba-height one, which she gestures to before self-consciousness gets the better of her and she just... tucks some of her disheveled hair behind her ear. Opens her mouth to ask something... and then thinks better of it. Instead, she just goes with,]

... Thanks again. For letting me borrow it.