Marcie nodded, accepting the offer. Following Qebhet's lead, she took a soft cloth and soaked it in the water. The noise of the water trickling out was kind of soothing too. Qebhet was well practiced at this.
As she began to run the damp cloth over Tragos' skin, she let the silence hang for a while, absorbed in the work. Sometimes she would murmur an apology if a drip of water went in his ear, or she needed to lift his arm a little. It was a little hypnotic, how absorbed in the process she got.
"I have a friend," she said softly after a while, "his younger brother, Kaden. He asked me once if I thought you were trustworthy." She lifted her gaze to look at Qebhet. "I told him, as much as any god is trustworthy, but to take kindness where it was offered." She worked the cloth around Tragos' fingers, working the last traces of blood from around his fingernails. "He said he was trying to work out what was kindness and what was a trap."