Effie lifted her hands, memorising the spot, and moved closer, kneeling on the mattress next to him. That groan sounded unexpectedly good, to know she'd caused it, to know she could help him feel better. "'Twill be better soon," she promised.
Not quite sure how to follow through on that, but she knew what she wanted when her back ached, and tried to duplicate that on his, light touches slowly increasing in strength, steady, rhythmic strokes, rubbing over and around the soreness, feeling how tight his muscles were under her hands.