"Come on then," he said, reaching behind her to turn off the water, then stepping out of the shower, again offering his hands so she could do the same.
He was even more cautious now, but they still managed to dry off, dress, and return to the room somehow. Well, she was dressed. He'd gotten as far as his trousers in case a Healer or some visitor decided to walk in, but figured he could finish the process once she was safely back in bed.
And he helped her with that, wincing when he knew it hurt, until at last she was laying down. He quickly retrieved the rest of his clothes from the bathroom, dressing as he watched to make sure she was really alright. "Just think," he told her quietly. "The better you heal, the sooner I can hold you properly," he said, before admitting, "I hate not being able to touch you."
And he was tired of sleeping beside her bed, instead of with her in bed.