Thorin groans in pain as he lies down on the bed in your chambers, even the soft first on your bed are rubbing against his wounds, causing thorin pain. You move quickly, helping him move and getting him a bowl of warm water and a soft towel. You dab the towel into the water and place it on your husband's forehead, and he groans. "Amrâlimê, you do not have to do that" he groans in pain as you place another hot towel on his chest "I can do it myself" he grumbles, his voice deep and hoarse