When Carrick entered the bathroom, he raised an eyebrow slightly at the sight of Samandriel already in the bath, but he said nothing, merely stepping in beside the slave and settling back into the warm water, drawing Samandriel close.
His cool skin warmed quickly in the water. After a few moments of quiet relaxation, he picked up a soft washcloth and began to gently dab at the dried blood on Samandriel's throat and chest.
"You were perfect," he said softly. "Every movement, every sound you made. So beautiful."