It takes Meredith a moment to answer, trying to make a decision when she doesn't want to think, a little self-conscious about the bruises. There's the possibility, more importantly, that seeing a reminder like that might change his mind, though they've faded considerably already. But he's right here and two weeks seems like such a long time when he's trying to get her undressed. She shakes her head as if clearing it and smiles, sitting up a little to make that easier. "Yes," she says on an exhale. "Very okay."