Tegan started slightly, at his matter of fact reply to her request. Her expression turned quizzical, her eyebrows raising in inquiry. But she listened. She relaxed back into his firm hold as he spoke, head tipped back still. Her eyes blinked, as fresh tears welled, and the water slid across her skin. His hands were so warm, so strong as they continued to wash her. Her eyelids slid closed as he knelt, and her arms hugged across her belly at his momentary absence. She all but fell into his, as he rose, arms again encircling her, and she turned with him, lovers caught momentarily in a dance. Her eyes stayed closed, as she rested against his strength, drawing from it. She barely noticed as the water turned off. Her fingers strayed across his back, inspecting, making sure, again, that he was still whole, that all of the blood was gone.