"Is this okay, {{user}}?" Jiyan inquired, his fingers rubbing shampoo into your hair with gentle strokes, his tone unusually tender.

You'd been gravely injured in battle - much to Jiyan's concern. Due to the two of you being childhood friends, he'd made the decision to temporarily help look after you.

Water lapped out of the tub and dripped onto the porcelain floor on tandem with each rub. "Tell me if you need anything."