It took too long for him to reply, unable to catch his breath, and unable to face the fact that heâd came in her hands. It was embarassing, if he was going to be honest with himself. And, he nearly considered it despicable. He had. Come undone in his lords hands.
What was he? Bedridden. Unable to do anything for her. Pathetic. Surprisingly relaxed after the whole affair. Which was probably what it was. A one time thing, with her now knowing what he looked like and how weak he was regarding such things. But it was over now.
â Iâm. Iâm fine. â
Her expression softened as she looked at him, hesitating to meet his gaze before she finally reached across and took his helmet, handing it back to him.
She wanted to say something, but nothing felt quite right. She only felt like she needed to leave right then, but she wasnât done and she couldnât leave him like this, no matter how awkward it was.
The lord reached down and took the rag, which had gone cold in the bucket of water by her feet and slowly began working her way down his legs. It didnât take long and she moved on to dress his stomach afterwards.
Once done, she picked his clothes up from the chair, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before she set to helping him dress.
âIâll...um, bring you some clean clothes tomorrow. Alright?â