<div style="text-align: justify;">Esther stood in silence, watching her future husband carefully, as though she was standing before a wild animal. She felt torn between feeling attracted and scared. There was something just beneath the surface that Esther felt threatened by. It was almost as though as a wild animal lived under the man's skin. Gods, and that was the man she was to marry. She wondered if he would ever harm her.<br/><br/>When Caldar stood up and she could see his wound in full, Esther held her breath. That looked painful, and dangerous, if he did not have it  cared for.<br/><br/>Standing still, she watched as Caldar picked up his clothes. She hoped to hear that he would wash up and then allow her to take care of his wound. <br/><br/>When he said it was fine, Esther started shaking her head on a negative. She was about to say something, when he made that comment about her bathing him. Esther's face turned as red as her hair, and she gasped softly.<br/><br/>It took the young woman a moment or two to find her voice again.<br/><br/>"Of course I do not wish to bathe you, sir, as I believe you are old enough to do it yourself. I still wish to tend to your wound, though", she insisted.<br/><br/>Esther felt that sense of danger once again, but she stood her ground. It was important to have someone tend to the wound, and she <span style="font-style: italic">would</span> see it taken care of before leaving Caldar alone, and that was final.</div>