His words invade the privacy of her mind as she is so easily swept away by the memories of her mother. Of course, there were a million things she wished she had done differently, not to be a snobby brat when she was a teenager, to just do what she asked her right away rather than pushing it off, cooking dinner more... ah, so much she could've done and yet, it was in the past. There wasn't anything she could change now. "Oh trust me, I know. I wish I had listened to her more when she was still here," she admits, a sorrowful smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Pushing the memories away for now, she hardly wants to start crying in front of this man, she reaches those dainty fingers up to press at the back of her skull, wincing as she begins to explain her... shortcoming, Oliver beginning to laugh as she finishes. Flushing pink, he explains he isn't laughing at her and Miya can't help but glare half heartedly at him before her own light laughter comes rolling out of her lips. She was going mad! Why was she laughing with him? "I suppose it is a bit ridiculous," she states, though the flush remains as she turns away to hide the redness in her face.

Still, she can't help the threat that so escapes her, that glare returning full force as he laughs again. He was laughing at her! How she hated to be made fun of! Though, her mother had told her that she could use some practice in thawing out and rolling with the punches and yet, she couldn't do it. At least not right now. "Why yes, yes it is! I'll... oh, I don't know what I'll do but I promise I'll do something!" She exclaims, wrapping the blanket tighter around her, as if she could hide the blush that was extending to the rest of her body. God, she was turning into a tomato! When he finally concedes, she turns her head away from him, quite literally sticking her nose in the air, "Hmph!" Is what is released from her throat. She was getting sassier by the minute, perhaps she was getting comfortable about this man, she couldn't tell. Miya supposed if Oliver was going to hurt her, he would have done it already, instead, he was insisting she needed help and he was going to be the one to do it.

Dropping the blanket from her shoulders after a moment, she uses the man's strong forearm to help herself up, her legs quaking beneath her. Feeling his arm come to wrap around her, she stiffens slightly and yet, she knew better than to bat it away. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed him and she did tell him she would let him help. Releasing a sigh at the commitment she made to him, she realizes the faster she agrees to his help the faster he would just leave her alone so she could breakdown after such a traumatizing day. So, to distract her from his... rather strong and tone arm, she questions him, the man responding quickly as she tilts her head to look up into his face. "Ah, I suppose we did the same too. My mom wasn't a doctor by any means but she was good at curing me of all colds and flu. She made a mean soup," Miya offers a tidbit of her own past as Oliver tells her to wait on questions. The utter demand in his voice has her frowning at him, the girl wanting nothing more than to continue to pester him with questions. Still, she nods at him, agreeing. She promised.

Leaning her bottom against the sink, the bathroom seems cramped with the two of them in here. Really, it was just because of Oliver, the man was huge, her poor bathroom wasn't made for such a thing! His next suggestion has the girl practically falling into a fit, the poor woman stammering and blushing, that red hue returning in full force as she thinks through the options. He wasn't wrong, it was the easier route, she supposed she just needed to suck it up and get through it as quickly as possible. She's too busy with her mind reeling to notice the handsome smile he offers, Miya finally releasing his arm to pull her shirt over her head. She pauses once as he offers a sponge bath instead, the girl kicking herself for not waiting an extra moment for the idea. It was too late, she was already discarding her shirt, revealing her pale, creamy skin beneath. She catches him out of the corner of her eye as he begins to pull his own jacket off, Miya unable to look away as his broad shoulders are revealed in a tighter fitting shirt. She had never seen... muscles like that before. She was losing it! Looking away quickly, she can't hide the blush of her embarrassment, wondering if he had caught her staring.

She almost flinches at the inhuman hiss that escapes his mouth, Miya's instinctive reaction to wrap her arms around her stomach to hide her body, "Um... no one's seen me with this little clothing on before, but I still didn't expect that kind of reaction," she mumbles out, looking down, not paying attention to where Oliver was looking. The girl simply shy and perhaps a bit self conscious in the moment, hardly realizing he was looking at her neck, not at the rest of her body. She realizes her mistake the moment he steps forward, his words sending another blush expanding the rest of her body as she looks up at him, "O-oh," she stammers out, how mortifying! Miya only continued to dig herself a deeper grave! Chocolate eyes travel to his hand as he reaches up to grasp at a piece of her ebony hair, Miya freezing like a deer in headlights, as he plays with it almost absentmindedly. Perhaps that's where her mind is as she blurts at him to get naked. It wasn't the first time she wished she had died in that alley tonight. His chuckle makes her ears burn as she looks away immediately, the man reaching across her to turn on the shower.

She can't help but allow her eyes to immediate find his fingers as they deftly undo his shirt, his words snapping her out of it as she looks away, her face turning tomato red. His next statement has her snapping her gaze back to him, a look of incredulousness passing through her, "What do you have to be shy about?" she blurts out, only just realizing he was teasing her again. She's unable to answer as he mutters about wet undergarments, her gaze traveling to said boxers, Miya unable to simply do herself a favor and look away, "Ah... I mean, I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable..." she trails off before bringing her hands to hide her face, "This is so embarrassing," she mumbles into her hands, tears pricking behind her eyes with such embarrassment. Rubbing at her face, she squashes those tears almost immediately. He would not see her cry! Pulling her hands away from her face, she can't hardly look at him, but she takes his hand after a moment and allows him to help her into the shower. How glorious that water felt! Miya unable to hide a groan that escapes her, eyes fluttering closed briefly as she lets the water soak into her cold body.

His deep vocals have her opening her eyes as she peers up at him, his own gaze inspecting the wounds she received. She desperately wants to look down and yet, she knew better, so she continues to stare at him, not quite comprehending the position she's in, "My mom always told me I was lucky," she shrugs, not quite ready to share another story with him. His sudden question manages to distract her enough from his other hand on her, Miya blinking at him with her chocolate eyes, "For one, he didn't bite me for which I am incredibly thankful because it sort of sucks," she pauses, attempting her own joke for the first time tonight and yet, all she can manage is a grimace more than a smile, "There was this man who saved me, I don't think he was intentionally trying to save me, I just happened to be in the right place at the wrong time. He-he... killed the vampire and it just... vaporized. I've never seen anything like it. I guess there was venom or something in the bite because I brought him here and took care of him as a thank you for saving my life and then he vanished after an hour or so after I left the room to get refreshments. It was... an interesting night," Miya explains, her mind roaming back to that adventure.

"I've never seen him again after that," she admits, wincing as the cloth touches her body, "Sorry, that didn't hurt it just surprised me," Miya explains, her gaze traveling to his chest, the girl doing surprisingly well with a nearly naked man in the shower with her. "Why did you... do all of this? You could have just left me at any point tonight and you didn't," she questions curiously as she looks into his face once more. And perhaps it was the sudden shift of her head that gives her vertigo, Miya's legs shaking again as she falls forward slightly, falling into his chest. "Um, sorry," she mumbles, red blooming on her cheeks once more, "I'm tired," she admits as she straightens up again, using his well defined chest to push off him. "Good lord... do you live in a gym?" She mumbles as she finally drops her hand from his chest, Miya looking at him, eyes wide.

Miyako Aiken