He felt all of it. The instinct to push him away, to refuse to be coddled, the uncertainty and strangeness of being pampered... of being vulnerable. And all of it, he felt echoed within himself. Anyone else, and this never would've happened.

His touch was intimate but efficient, washing every inch of her within his reach. Once that was through, he moved on to the shampoo, rich and sweet-smelling. Another small luxury she'd allowed herself, just like those pajamas.

Working his fingers against her scalp, he fought a grin as he watched as a small bubble landed on the tip of her nose.