Occasionally Robin used to wash her hair, the two of them finding space in a single tub together and sharing that innocent intimacy. Sometimes it ended in kissing, and other times it ended in a laughing fight over who could get the most soap into the other's mouth.
Gone now. She was here, far away in Arizona, and Robin was in prison on the other side of the country and even before that- well, it had been a long time since they'd had something so uncomplicated as a bath together.
The thought of someone massaging her hair seemed so calming, even if it was the Sheriff with his deeply ulterior motives.
"Yes," she said with a quiet nod. "I'd like that."