"I... am." She panted softly. A little groan purring in her throat as the sponge moved up over her back again. Her toes caused the tile to squeak beneath them.
She was quivering as he payed her the same attention he had her. Though as his fingers passed over a scar that ran deep, she squeaked. "Oh... That was weird." She glanced back over her shoulder at the particular scar he had gone over. "You touched the big one, and I felt it.. In a different place." She confessed. She knew the nerves beneath that one had been severed, and had grown back poorly.