[ Grell could take the opportunity to parade out in a towel, but she isn't in the most attractive state, and thusly not feeling her best. She got a good look at herself in the mirror before her bath, and was rather horrified to see what was looking back at her, filthy, without makeup and hair gone- it was as though she were right back to being that lost boy with nothing but troubles left to his name.

And so, she found whatever bandaging she had in the medicine cabinet to (messily) tie about her chest and snuck out into her room to find the pyjamas that made her feel cutest. ]

I do hope that angels are spared body aches. My couch isn't the most comfortable to sleep on.

[ Having finally emerged, she's kept her bath towel draped over her shoulders, to idly ruffle at her hair with. ]

Is that what you are now? An angel?