"That I know when he's hungry sometimes, or when he's just hunted, or I'll dream that he's thinking of the other wolves from his litter, Grey Wind and Nymeria and Lady and Summer and Shaggydog, but never by name." He gives his head a quick, dismissive shake.
Ordinarily, after so long in the same place but unable to kiss her or touch her, he thinks he would find her nakedness enticing, but for the moment it's just part of washing off the horror and the stink before caving to their mutual exhaustion. She's under the stream of steaming water before he's ready to join her, and he holds back, briefly, giving her some space.
Once he joins her in the stall, it's hard not to have an armful of her. But it's pleasant that he does. She turns to him and embraces him, all warmth and slippery wet flesh, and apologies about whatever has become of his brother.
"I don't think anyone could have kept him safe. He wasn't killed, he was... lost. Whatever brought him here couldn't hold him. Remember when you went home, for a time?"
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Ordinarily, after so long in the same place but unable to kiss her or touch her, he thinks he would find her nakedness enticing, but for the moment it's just part of washing off the horror and the stink before caving to their mutual exhaustion. She's under the stream of steaming water before he's ready to join her, and he holds back, briefly, giving her some space.
Once he joins her in the stall, it's hard not to have an armful of her. But it's pleasant that he does. She turns to him and embraces him, all warmth and slippery wet flesh, and apologies about whatever has become of his brother.
"I don't think anyone could have kept him safe. He wasn't killed, he was... lost. Whatever brought him here couldn't hold him. Remember when you went home, for a time?"