<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Paul Ravitz</strong></span><br/>Unknown<br/><br/>His eyes had watched her bathe, though they were dark and expressionless, not typical of a man in his position at the time. He hadn't lied; he could control himself, especially when the situation called for nothing but care. At her words, he shrugged before looking through the cabinets and closet, finally finding a large black towel. A hand reached into the water, pulling the cork out of the bottom of the bathtub before he slipped both his hands under Lionna's arms, picking her up out of the tub and lightly placing her beside it. He hoped she could stand, this handed her the towel, making sure to mention that there were more if she needed another.<br/><br/>"Don't go anyway, I'll be back." Why would she go anywhere? Or how, for that matter? Regardless, he closed and locked the door of the bedroom after exiting it. A few minutes passed before he found a room that had been used as a wardrobe, which he quickly figured out was the attic. Searching through the clothes, he not only found something for the doll downstairs, but also for himself. Everything was piled into a large wardrobe; Paul then let the wardrobe nearly crash down the attic stairs, not particularly caring how much noise he made.<br/><br/>Upon his return to the bedroom, the door was unlocked and closed swiftly behind him after the wardrobe had been pushed in. He walked into the bathroom, rinsing the tub pulling out a washcloth for himself. "Go ahead and choose what you want; I'm pretty sure most of that should be your size." Something made him want to ignore and push her away. Was it guilt? Why was he so protective now? His mind contemplated these things as he soaked the wash cloth, slowly ridding his aching body of any blood and dirt.