[ The desire to remain awake and aware while she goes about her business of bathing him, a notion that feels a little strange to him even in his current state, is very much present, but the combination of the warm water and his exhaustion is more than enough to lull him off to a state of being half-asleep. He dozes in the warm water as she continues her ministrations, his breathing becoming easier and less labored the more she works to clean him off.
If only he could reach out to her and speak to her while she works, because there is much that he wishes he could say, even though his state of comfortable dozing prevents it. And surely the primal would interrupt once more if he even made the attempt.
Instead, he remains still, lying in the water with his eyes closed and a far more relaxed expression than he has worn since this all started coming to his face. It isn't until she places her hands upon the back of his neck and then pauses as if waiting for him to stir that his eyes finally slide open.
For just a moment, they remain staring up at the ceiling, but gradually, they focus and they shift to look at her. Again, he does not have the chance to try and form words, because she is already moving to help him leave the tub, and his hands latch onto hers as he does his best to stand and step out of the bath.
He remains still as she wraps the towel around his waist and continues to dry him off. Once that is completed, she helps him yet again move to the bedroom, and with her assistance, he sits on the edge of the bed waiting for her to return from closing the curtains.
As she works on drying his hair, his eyes remain open, still fixed upon her, and although his mind and body both are telling him he must sleep now, he has one thing he must do first. ]
Alkaid...
[ His voice is hoarse from the lack of consistent use, but that is not what bothers him. He shakes his head lightly given the placement of her hands in his hair, and then he tries again. ]
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If only he could reach out to her and speak to her while she works, because there is much that he wishes he could say, even though his state of comfortable dozing prevents it. And surely the primal would interrupt once more if he even made the attempt.
Instead, he remains still, lying in the water with his eyes closed and a far more relaxed expression than he has worn since this all started coming to his face. It isn't until she places her hands upon the back of his neck and then pauses as if waiting for him to stir that his eyes finally slide open.
For just a moment, they remain staring up at the ceiling, but gradually, they focus and they shift to look at her. Again, he does not have the chance to try and form words, because she is already moving to help him leave the tub, and his hands latch onto hers as he does his best to stand and step out of the bath.
He remains still as she wraps the towel around his waist and continues to dry him off. Once that is completed, she helps him yet again move to the bedroom, and with her assistance, he sits on the edge of the bed waiting for her to return from closing the curtains.
As she works on drying his hair, his eyes remain open, still fixed upon her, and although his mind and body both are telling him he must sleep now, he has one thing he must do first. ]
Alkaid...
[ His voice is hoarse from the lack of consistent use, but that is not what bothers him. He shakes his head lightly given the placement of her hands in his hair, and then he tries again. ]
Lantaa.