There's an odd sort of relief in letting John help her out of her clothes, her limbs feeling heavy, the exhaustion of the past couple of weeks inescapable now. Even just in this, there's a kind of a trust, too. Not as much so as telling him what she did, but she knows that he must get it, how worn out she is, and that he has no other motivation in undressing her. The prospect of getting in bed sounding more than a little appealing, Karen nods, exhaling slowly. She still doesn't feel lighter, not really, but maybe that will come eventually, when she hasn't just been confronted by the specter of her dead brother, his words still echoing in her head.

In light of that, she's a little worried to actually sleep, but lying down is bound to do her some good regardless. Taking a seat on the mattress first, she eases under the blankets. "Thanks," she says. "God, this has been exhausting."