Arms go up. Shirts are removed, horrible jeans she is never going to wear again (yes, there will be a bonfire at the end of the night, don't worry) shimmied out of, the whole deal. April isn't belligerent, isn't even teasing. Just compliant as she lets Will deal with...everything. Moving, living, working out the complex puzzle of going from being carried to in bath. She's back home with the person she trusts the most in the world, he could ask her to hold this knife at just this angle and she'd do it without blinking. So long as they were back together.

And a bath happened. That too. Murder could only occur with suds were also involved.