This would normally have been a situation of utmost misery for the slave. He was being stroked and soothed and bathed by the kindest of women, and it should have driven him mad with unease. He could feel that unease. It was definitely there... but detached, somehow... It was as if he were only vaguely recalling a time when he had been massively uncomfortable, rather than feeling it in the present moment.<br/><br/>His head was thick with a haze of drug-induced euphoria. He couldn't remember a time when he'd ever felt so wonderful. The water was perfect, soothing, and heavenly. He was grateful for the cloth over his body, so that he didn't have to worry about propriety. Gentle hands began massaging his scalp, scrubbing his hair, and another set of hands worked on his aching, mangled hands. It felt... wonderful.<br/><br/>He sighed, his eyes drooping closed, a slight smile touching his expression. A voice near him swam through the air and caressed his ears. The meaning was slow to penetrate into his mind. It took him a very long time to figure out what was being said to him.<br/><br/>Peeling his eyes open, he struggled to focus his glazed eyes on the woman beside him, "Hrm...?" he blinked heavily a few times, "Sleep... mmmm... sleep is good." He nodded, then realized that disrupted the massaging of his scalp, and quickly held still so that it would continue.