Floor 5, Room 3

[leewards]

ITHAQUA

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[divineth]

[The mortified expression and subsequent stalling tactics only serve to make Urianger laugh, full of affection. Curses, he's been denied for the time being...whatever will he do...]

Shall I hold thee to thy word?

[He pushes his wet bangs back behind his ears to help Ithaqua along.]

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[Ithaqua gives a put-upon sigh.]

Yes, dear. Now let me bathe you properly.

[He pours more water over Urianger, really soaking his hair, then moving onto the rest of his body. It's clear he's accustomed to this. Caretaking as a whole.]

[divineth]

[Ithaqua is not beating the cuteness allegations...but Urianger does relent.]

Of course.

[With that, he falls silent to simply take it all in. Ithaqua really does seem adept at this. For him, it's...completely unfamiliar. He no longer remembers his very early years of life when his parents bathed him. The furthest reaches of his memory are of him taking care of himself. Once he was adopted into Moenbryda's family, he was too old for that sort of parental activity. Yet here he is, almost thirty summers old, being taken care of by his beloved whom he never in his entire lifetime would have imagined crossing paths with.

Fate works in mysterious ways, indeed.]

[leewards]

[Ithaqua takes his time, not feeling hurried by the need to tend to Urianger's wounds-- such is the wonder of magic, and he's glad to have learned how to brew good potions before this happened. Though he does look up at Urianger's face on occasion to chceck if he's feeling any way.

Thankfully, he doesn't see to be.

When he reaches the wrist holding his gift, Ithaqua turns Urianger's arm so he can press a kiss to the back of his lover's hand. Innocent, affectionate, before he moves on.]

How are you feeling?

[divineth]

[The most Ithaqua might see on Urianger's face is an expression of contemplation while he enjoys this little act of intimacy, but he occasionally breaks from it to smile back at his lover.

The kiss, well...it's such a sweet gesture that his heart skips a beat. It takes a lot for him hold back leaning in for a kiss of his own, but he'll be patient. Ithaqua's still working.]

Better by the moment. 'Tis not only the physical grime of yesterday's events that hath been washed away by thy touch.

Thank thee, Ithaqua, this is most soothing.

[leewards]

This is the least I can do for you, Urianger. [He's not going to dip down in the water to wash Urianger, though. That is fine enough for now.

Instead, Ithaqua is dipping down for himself, to get himself wet from head to toe. And now he can lean against his lover out of the sheer desire to keep contact with him.]

I shall make you breakfast later.

[divineth]

[That's fair. He can get the rest of himself while Ithaqua washes himself. Just this much is so, so nice.

He leans back against Ithaqua, taking one of his hands underneath the water and gently burying himself in his lover's wet curls...while minding the antlers, of course.]

I look forward to sampling thy cooking...provided we find it within ourselves to leave the bath. 'Tis heavenly like this.

[A warm, soothing bath and the touch of his boyfriend? There's nothing like it, really.]

[leewards]

[Ithaqua nuzzles into the hand, like a spoiled pet demanding more pets.]

We must leave eventually... lest our skin become too soft, and your body start demanding sustenance. [That doesn't stop him from wrapping his arms around his lover though-- gingerly, of course, making sure to avoid still-healing spots.]

I've already ideas on what to feed you... and at the very least you don't need any of the gruel for those who are ill. [He's going to make sure that Urianger is well-fed after the journey, he must have used up so much magic.

Later. For now, he'll enjoy the moment.]