The morning after their night at the cabin, Leonor woke up freezing, her naked body having been exposed to the open room since the blankets fell off of her some point in the night.
Knowing that many were likely already up and getting things ready to leave, she began quickly dressing, but there were a few aspects of her dress and undergarments she couldn't do herself.
Desmond was generally a light sleeper and he felt when Leonor left his side. He rolled over when he heard material moving and realized she was getting dressed.
Seeing her struggling to lace up her traveling dress, he immediately sat up and helped her. It was the least he could do considering how the previous night turned out.
"Don't rush," he whispered. "It isn't as if they can see you."
"It feels like they will come up here at any moment," she argued.
Desmond slid to the floor where Leonor was already kneeling with his legs outstretched and her in the middle.
