"Okay," Molly says, biting back the apology that threatens to follow. She's already said she's sorry, and she doesn't want to make herself look worse than she has already by saying the same thing over and over again, seeming more rattled than she'd care to. It's obvious enough that she is, anyway. The fact that she had to stop him says as much. Letting out a heavy breath, she shifts so she's sitting up slightly, drawing the sheet up to cover her chest. Scars aside, she's never been all that self-conscious, but it wouldn't feel right now, to lie around almost naked while he gets her water, which he shouldn't have to in the first place. "I — thanks."