Though Scarlet had only been around for a single day, she was rapidly adapting to Alexander’s weakness. He doubted she believed him when he said he was fine, yet a little part of him hoped that she would be blissfully ignorant, he’d didn’t like forcing her into the role of caretaker but the Prince needed her help. Things would only get worse, because he knew that no matter how hard he fought, the disease was killing him. “I suppose we’re both to stubborn for our own good.” He chuckles brefily and painfully as he lended the rest of his strength to his wife as she helped him back to his feet. He gently kept hold of her arm until he could lean against the dresser. Alexander also took a moment to adjust his own towel, to ensure he didn’t show anything private.<br/><br/>When he was sure he wasn’t going to fall again, He finally addressed their lack of clothing “Please, you should go dress, I apologize if I made you fee uncomfortable.” He remained leaning against the dresser, afriad to reveal he may need help getting dressed. Alexander would wait for his wife to leave the room and dress before he’d even make the attempt to get dressed. He need only have his trousers on, it wouldn’t be as bad then we asked for her assistance. Again, the pang of guilt rose in him, how long would it be before she had to start feeding him? Perhaps it was just Alexander worrying to much, but he really did feel concerned his ruined life would incidentally cause her own life to be ruined as well. He still had little faith that there was a cure for him, but he’d in no way stop Scarlet from trying.