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"Okay," Nachytsm had stated dully. "I... promise." He didn't know what he owed the young woman to make him promise that, but Ana was... helping him, at least, by cleaning him.

He took it upon himself to remain completely silent. Still. Eyes dead forward. The smell of the soapy water was helping cloud the overlying blood. The cold water on his skin helped him, too.

He just had to remain in control. He was fine, for a while. She finished with his face, then his neck, shoulders. His arm. He felt a pressure building as she worked down his chest. He fought against that thought. Fighting was all he knew, when it boiled down to it. She would have been able to feel his heart beating as she worked. That was one thing he could not hide, try as he might.

Ana was dabbing above his navel when the chill of the rag left his body for longer than usual. Nachytsm gulped, looking down at the girl. She was just looking at his body. Her eyes were... almost like his. Nachytsm blinked. Before he worked up the nerve to say something about it, she had dumped the entire bucket of water on herself.

Nachytsm stared at her dripping body for a moment before she started to laugh. He didn't get the joke.
"Er," he mumbled. "S'posed to scrub first, not rinse." Given what a good job she had been doing on his body, he wondered why she did that. Without even taking anything off.

He decided not to think about that last part anymore.