The swat caught him by surprise and for a few seconds, Howl just stared at his own hand before he finally looked up to her again. Frowning, his eyes narrow, I'm weak and worthless and ugly! and upon hearing her words he marches over to her and catches her wrist, firmly pulling her up to her feet, his free hand roughly catching her chin to lift her face up so he could see.

He says nothing, it is his manner of handling her that says STOP THAT, it is the chilled quality in his gaze that he trusts will cease her hysterical tantrum.

He looks at her eye, at the damage there, and thinks that it is nothing rest and time won't fix. He sighs and lets her go just as roughly as he pulled her up and runs a frustrated hand through his dripping blonde hair.

"Yes, fine, of course you're all those things." He snaps, though his voice remains level. "Tch." He shakes his head, droplets of water dripping onto the carpet or trickling down his skin. He walks back to the bathroom. "And here I thought some idiot had come in here to hurt you."

He makes another irritated sound and grabs his clothes off the floor. He doesn't bother to look at her, and instead opens the cabinet door to bring out one of the robes provided by the hotel.

"I'm done." He murmurs nonchalantly. "You can use it now."