Gender neutral.

His body ached.

That was the only thing running through his mind other than his love and the word "ow".

He could barely bend down to untie his boots by the door (never in the house. he wasn't a barbarian... much), or take off his jacket.

Luckily, he didn't have to. Familiar hands help him undress from his nightly uniform and hand him his cane.

"Your medications are on the bathroom sink. I ran you a bath."

His shoulders relax at the voice, trying to manage a small smile to show his appreciation.

"With or without bubbles? I might cry depending on your answer."