She wouldn't have let him go even if he'd tried to escape. He was hurt and she wasn't going to just let him lick his wounds.

The hotel isn't far off, and Malia just strides across the lobby to the elevators, ignoring the stare of the desk clerk. She presses the button, and leans back against the wall of the elevator.

"There's towels and stuff up there. You can take a shower if you want."