His pain tore at Tegan, and her hand slipped into his, as she stepped carefully into the tum, kneeling before him. She gazed at him, face open, sadness for him written plainly across his features. Her hand found his cheek, and she ducked into his line of sight, close, though she didn't kiss him. Not yet. "I'm sorry it hurts you," She said softly, to him, her eyes meeting his. "I wish you had told me, Roe, I wish there was something I can do..." She leaned forward then, her lips finding his in a soft kiss, demanding nothing, and with everything she had behind it. Her lips were wet with the shower, and salty from tears, and soft, swollen from her teeth.<br/><br/>Finally, she pulled back, eyes shining for him. She nodded silently to his request, and slipped behind him, retrieving a face cloth as she did. She slowly began to with at the blood, gently caressing over his back, wiping from the wounds down, resisting the urge to press against him, kiss his neck from behind, press her  breasts against his shoulder blades, find a way to make it all better. She felt how he was tortured, how every day hurt him, how he was afraid, always, of hurting her.<br/><br/>The warm water sting over the tiny scratches, from what she assumed were his wings wrapping, caressing around her. Slowly the blood was wiped from his back, thick and like tar, staining the cloth, but leaving him unmarked. She leaned forward, closing her eyes, and gently pressed her soft lips against is shoulder blades, where the blood had come from, first his right, and the left. Her arms slid around, to embrace him, pulling him back, her small frame cradling his bigger one. She nuzzled softly against his temple, silently, kissing along his hairline. She wanted to protect him from everything that hurt him, and help relieve what she could not protect against. She didn't care, right then, about the wings, she didn't need to see them. She never would if it hurt him. She never wanted to see him in pain. It may just kill her to.