Bato dips the cotton rag in the bowl of rosewater. He lifts it, wrings out the excess, then wraps it gently around the nun's dirty foot.
She sighs blissfully as he presses in slow, hard circles. Dirt dirties the rag, and he casts it aside rather than muddy the rosewater. He still has three more rags - he has found two of them work nicely for one foot.
There is something soothing in this, peaceful. Her soft little gasps and sighs remind him of other things, other times before the War came South. If there was ever such a time while he lived.
She presses one clean foot against his shoulder, toes curling to catch the material of his tunic. He smiles and presses a kiss to her ankle, before returning his attention to her dirty foot.
He is not sure if he'll return to Hakoda when the message arrives.
Mother Superior/Bato, earning your keep
She sighs blissfully as he presses in slow, hard circles. Dirt dirties the rag, and he casts it aside rather than muddy the rosewater. He still has three more rags - he has found two of them work nicely for one foot.
There is something soothing in this, peaceful. Her soft little gasps and sighs remind him of other things, other times before the War came South. If there was ever such a time while he lived.
She presses one clean foot against his shoulder, toes curling to catch the material of his tunic. He smiles and presses a kiss to her ankle, before returning his attention to her dirty foot.
He is not sure if he'll return to Hakoda when the message arrives.
(He's not sure if she'll let him.)