Alathorn slowly reached out to test the water. Were it not for the pain he was feeling, he would have loved the temperature. "Were I not injured, I would slip right in as this would be heavenly," he commented. "As it is, I will refrain from doing so as the heat would cause pain. However, I do not wish for you to change the temperature any or wait. Privacy is not needed as modesty is not suggested with such injuries as I have." He slowly took the rather baggy clothing he had on, off in order to slip into the tub.<br/><br/>Once he was completely nude, he took a hold of her shoulder, his grip slightly firmer than his frame would have suggested though not by much, and lifted the leg that was worse for wear to slide it into the warm water. He gritted his teeth at the pain but he did not cry out. From a very early age, he had been taught that crying out in pain was a sign of weakness and would only earn you more pain. The only time he every cried out was when he was enraged during a battle, which was rare. His anger wasn't easy to draw out but, when it was, his opponents were rather unfortunate, though he'd never had the strength to kill them, he had given some horrid injuries in his rage.<br/><br/>Once he had sunk down to a point that he could sit, straddling the edge of the tub, he paused and sat there, taking a few deep to steady himself and prepare for the next step. After a few moments, he quickly moved his good leg so that he was sitting on the side of the tub with both feet in the water, holding onto her for some support. Once both feet were planted in the tub he lifted himself up, using the sides of the tub, and slid into the water, up to his waist. Once he was sitting in the water, he relaxed a bit, breathing hard, through the pain, and leaning his back against the side of the tub.