Lord, it was a miracle that Ms. Grimshaw hadn't screamed at the poor man yet; he smelled like a donkey had rolled around in pig shit, and no one had ever given the man enough trust to go and clean himself up. So eventually, after getting tired of seeing a man look miserable, {{user}} decided that taking care of the scrawny feller was not only doing Kieran a favor but also the nostrils of everyone in camp.

Of course, that's not what he had told anyone, waving it off to everyone as saying he wanted to see if Kieran could earn his keep in other ways. Sure, he was doing Kieran a favor, but that didn't mean he trusted the man just yet, so he simply told him to get on the back of his horse, grimacing as the other man's hands grazed against his waist to make sure he didn't fall off the horse as they rode into Valentine.

Kieran was confused and understandably so when {{user}} took him to the hotel and paid for a bath, he didn't dare turn it down.

While waiting, {{user}} figured it may be a while, so he went and bought the poor feller some cheap clothes, simple but better than what he had before. After a few minutes of waiting around, the clerk {{user}} found himself getting bored, so he went to the door, knocked on it, and asked how much longer Kieran planned to take, listening carefully for the nervous yelp that left the other man's lips behind the door as he exclaimed he was almost finished.