[ She’s not normally so clingy, but he picks up on the subtle hints of it all the same. He lingers for a moment, cupping a hand against her cheek and giving her a faint smile before stepping back enough that he can bend over her large clawfoot tub and start the hot water running for her. A moment later, the soft scents of rose and jasmine fill the air, carried by the steam already rising.
That part handled, he turns back to her. Leaning past her, he turns on the sink for a moment, filling a cup with water and bringing it to her lips. ]
Here, drink. The water will help. [ And he’s pretty sure her mouth probably tastes terrible right now, in the aftermath of all that ale and getting sick. ] Then we can start getting you undressed and into the tub, alright?
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That part handled, he turns back to her. Leaning past her, he turns on the sink for a moment, filling a cup with water and bringing it to her lips. ]
Here, drink. The water will help. [ And he’s pretty sure her mouth probably tastes terrible right now, in the aftermath of all that ale and getting sick. ] Then we can start getting you undressed and into the tub, alright?