Kermit's POV
I exhaled slowly as I studied her battered face. "Your hair needs to be washed."
Tonia's eyebrows drew together, the movement causing her to wince from the swelling. "I don't think I can manage it alone."
"I know you can't."
I continued guiding her into the bathroom, and this time she didn't resist my help.
After settling her near the sink, I left briefly to retrieve a chair from my bedroom.
"You're planning to wash it yourself?" Disbelief colored her voice when I returned.
"Yes. Sit down." I positioned the chair in front of the sink, then carefully helped her settle into it. She drew in a sharp breath as pain radiated through her injured body. I'd nearly forgotten about the bruises hidden beneath her clothes.
I assisted her in leaning back until her hair fell into the basin. I draped a clean towel around her shoulders for protection.
