Walden looked at Rabastan, watching his body in the water for a moment. "You'll get clean," he said. "I can see the dirt coming off already." A tray full of food appeared beside them and Walden reached over, picking up the bowl of soup from the tray and setting it on the edge of the tub. "Can you feed yourself?"
He didn't want to be like a woman, all worried and emotional, but there was a part of him that... was. He shifted next to Rabastan. "I should clean up too. I have blood and brains on my hands."
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