Casey watched his wife slip off of the bed.  She was gorgeous.  Even sweaty, with sex-tossed hair, she was gorgeous.  He found himself smiling as she turned to peer at him from the doorway, a silhouette that might've stopped him dead just a day ago.  She was reassuring him.  He gingerly rose from the bed, padding over to the bathroom on silent feet.  "Shower, wards, sleep."  He agreed, stepping into the shower behind her.<br/><br/>The warm of the water was a balm on his nerves.  Even despite their fresh coupling, Casey's hands itched to return to his wife.  To lavish her with affection, and protection.  He restrained himself, if only just as they washed.  "You know,"  He began, as he lathered himself.  "You are absolutely stunning no matter what you're doing.  Like,  it's a little bit ridiculous."  He found himself grinning at her back as she rinsed.  "Would you get between my shoulders?  My arm isn't quite bending that far right now."  The wizard admitted with a self-deprecating eye-roll.