Kross carried her into the bathroom and set her down in the tub.
He hesitated, staring at the basin of water. Like what was next? What was he supposed to do?
He had never bathed anyone before he didn't even know where to start.
Awkwardly, he dipped the cloth and began wiping her. He hesitated, where should he start wiping?
Lyra gasped faintly at the first touch, her body jerking in pain. He froze, his hand hovering midair unsure if he should continue. After a moment, he forced himself on, then he continued slower but for his rough hands, it wasn't as smooth and careful as he thought.
When he reached between her legs, she winced sharply, her whole body tensing. He didn't want to wipe her but there were bloodstains on her thighs. Kross' face burned. He turned his head aside, his voice low and uneasy. "I… I'll be quick." He wasn't sure if she could even hear him, but at least saying it would be comforting to her.
