Ruelle glanced down at the bandage wrapped around her, fingers still resting where she had just secured it.
"But… Lucian, the bandages will get wet," she said, turning her head slightly over her shoulder.
He had already taken a few steps away, his back to her, when he paused.
"I meant for myself," Lucian corrected, his voice steady despite the faint tension in it.
"Oh, okay." Ruelle watched as Lucian moved around the wooden divider and turned the faucet. The faint rush of water filled the room before he reappeared.
Now that she thought of it, she had never once seen him make use of the bath. In the beginning of her stay, she had thought to step out whenever he needed the bath, yet each time she woke, he was already gone.
The thought barely settled when Lucian's shirt slipped from his shoulders, the fabric loosening, before falling soundlessly to the floor. Her gaze traced the breadth of his shoulders before following the slow narrowing of his frame to his waist.
