Brigan bent, collecting her clothes for her and wordlessly helping her back into them. Her underwear and bra, which he fastened for her. He held her leggings as she stepped into them one foot after the other and eased them up her legs and over her hips. He angled her sweater over her head and guided each arm inside before sliding it down her body, looking as miserable as she felt. Finally, he tugged her cap over her head and tidied her hair over her shoulders.
