Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180215021249

(S9/Evylyn) Rotha follows Evylyn's motions, taking a clean washcloth and making sure the poured water takes off all of the suds. Her motions are methodical and gentle, and the care she is showing Eothred clearly goes beyond obligation. Once in a while she casts a glance at Evylyn to makensure she's pouring in the right spots, and when their eyes meet, she flashes her a smile, disarmingly sweet for the High Orc. The only sounds in the room are the soft gurgling of the water and the deep, slow breathing of Eothred, his chest heaving as he drifts off to complete unconsciousness and a deep, relaxed sleep.

When the pouring is done, Rotha nods to Evylyn to let het know she is about to lift the man. She reaches over to a towel that she had laid close by and, in a swift motion, wraps it around his shoulder as she lifts, again as effortlessly as before, and swings hin gently to the chair beside the basin tub. Gently and methodically she begins to towel him off and, smiling, nods to another towel as she looks at Evylyn.