The Omega remained lying on the bed, frozen in the same posture where sleep had claimed him. Asher Ryder set the wooden basin down on the floor with a soft thud, the sound muffled by the quiet heaviness of the room. He submerged the towel into the warm water, wringing it out until it was damp but not dripping, and began the task of cleaning Ewan's body.
The man's movements were inherently clumsy, his hands were accustomed to gripping hunting rifles and tilling the hard earth, not tending to something so delicate. Yet, despite his lack of finesse, he was incredibly gentle, moving with a cautious reverence as if he were holding a priceless, fragile artifact that might shatter at the slightest misstep.
