Sansa closed her eyes and rested her back against Mali. Enjoying the warm water being splashed onto her she sighed in relief. Usually, enjoying a bath like this, was rare. In the arms of her lover and bathing with her was the thing she could ever wish for.<br/><br/>Underneath the water Sansa began massaging Mail's feet. It wasn't much but it was just a favor; a favor to show appreciation and to embrace her hard work. She could imagine what's it like walking on ground all day, fighting the enemy. Just then, she just realized something.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Here, let me do it. You been through enough, love."</span><br/><br/>Lifting her head and turning around slowly, straddling the lepoard lap, she grabbed the sponge and began to slowly stroke it against her chest.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"my love, your all bruise up. I can't believe they did this to you."</span>Sansa never remember seeing some much unlike before. Maybe a few on each part of the body, but not like this. Sansa hated this.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"Can you tell me a story? You know how i am."</span>