[At least the steam is a good reason for her cheeks to be pink, as she catches sight of what he is so worried about.
He's just... impressive, and for a second she is stuck in the memory of their ardent love making, as public as it was, rough and direct. Or rough for her, as it was. That she had - oh Spirits, how had she walked straight afterwards when she actually considered the size between - difference, size difference between them.
Gilia, quite honestly. She was helping him heal. Not staring like a maid watching the fishermen in the summer spray taking off their shirts.
He would look so painfully handsome in those linen shirts, clinging with the sea water and air. But that was, as she reminded herself, firmly not something she should ever consider. He was a prone man at the moment, not to be stared at. So even if her voice is flustered and shy, she continues on. ]
I am... I am glad you are feeling relaxed to be so... so comfortable. [Yes that would do, he was just. Comfortable. That was all. ]
I do not... I do not mind. [ Her best attempt to try and act like everything was like anything conversation. Which meant back to work. She could be less distracted with that. Her hands lifting, and as just as careful, laying them upon his shoulders to begin again. Kneading and circling with that pressure across his front.
Needed to fill the air, occupy herself or she was going to think far too much about the body in front of her in a way that was not at all respectful. No, no, he needed help, not desire. ]
We are very famous for this, in my lands, our touch- the water I mean, we control it, but because we do not go to war we put it to other uses. We have houses and people who train especially for baths and massages. Sometimes I think my people so peaceful, that we would fight over next to nothing, except for this. We would rather go without new clothes for festivals, than not have our bathhouses to rub away the aches of the day. [Across, down, circle back up. Not thinking about where she was touching, or not touching. The water was touching. The careful rivulets between carved muscles as defined as the fishermen. ] It is good, for the fishermen and the labourers, they like it best. Helps to... To promote their blood to move better to all their limbs on cold days so they feel warm and... and flush against the bitter winds, and stop the... aches from long days. Make them relaxed and happier when they go back to their homes.
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He's just... impressive, and for a second she is stuck in the memory of their ardent love making, as public as it was, rough and direct. Or rough for her, as it was. That she had - oh Spirits, how had she walked straight afterwards when she actually considered the size between - difference, size difference between them.
Gilia, quite honestly. She was helping him heal. Not staring like a maid watching the fishermen in the summer spray taking off their shirts.
He would look so painfully handsome in those linen shirts, clinging with the sea water and air. But that was, as she reminded herself, firmly not something she should ever consider. He was a prone man at the moment, not to be stared at. So even if her voice is flustered and shy, she continues on. ]
I am... I am glad you are feeling relaxed to be so... so comfortable. [Yes that would do, he was just. Comfortable. That was all. ]
I do not... I do not mind. [ Her best attempt to try and act like everything was like anything conversation. Which meant back to work. She could be less distracted with that. Her hands lifting, and as just as careful, laying them upon his shoulders to begin again. Kneading and circling with that pressure across his front.
Needed to fill the air, occupy herself or she was going to think far too much about the body in front of her in a way that was not at all respectful. No, no, he needed help, not desire. ]
We are very famous for this, in my lands, our touch- the water I mean, we control it, but because we do not go to war we put it to other uses. We have houses and people who train especially for baths and massages. Sometimes I think my people so peaceful, that we would fight over next to nothing, except for this. We would rather go without new clothes for festivals, than not have our bathhouses to rub away the aches of the day. [Across, down, circle back up. Not thinking about where she was touching, or not touching. The water was touching. The careful rivulets between carved muscles as defined as the fishermen. ] It is good, for the fishermen and the labourers, they like it best. Helps to... To promote their blood to move better to all their limbs on cold days so they feel warm and... and flush against the bitter winds, and stop the... aches from long days. Make them relaxed and happier when they go back to their homes.