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The moment between his question and her response was far too long for Llewen's liking; he may have gravely offended her, but perhaps something had happened? He tapped his foot with nervous impatience, wondering if it was worth the risk to barge in and potentially save her life, but the risk was that he'd walk in on Tabitha, perhaps permanently ruining their relationship...
Finally the door cracked and his face flushed as he saw the bits of towel and parts of her face. Her form seemed somehow even smaller now that she was almost exposed, and his concern for her was renewed. He looked over and saw that she had attempted to do some of the necessary steps to getting the bath ready, but hadn't quite gotten there yet. He nodded.
"Yes, I can... I can help, however you need, milady. I can start by preparing... the bath for you."
He was positively tripping over his words, but who wouldn't? Still, once she'd given him the okay he'd head into the room, finishing what she'd started and drawing enough water that she could hopefully bathe. He turned back to her, blushing as he knew he was seeing more of her than he was supposed to, or that she maybe wanted him to see.
"Is there anything else, Tabby?" His voice was soft with both concern and embarrassment. "Or... shall I take my leave?"
Finally the door cracked and his face flushed as he saw the bits of towel and parts of her face. Her form seemed somehow even smaller now that she was almost exposed, and his concern for her was renewed. He looked over and saw that she had attempted to do some of the necessary steps to getting the bath ready, but hadn't quite gotten there yet. He nodded.
"Yes, I can... I can help, however you need, milady. I can start by preparing... the bath for you."
He was positively tripping over his words, but who wouldn't? Still, once she'd given him the okay he'd head into the room, finishing what she'd started and drawing enough water that she could hopefully bathe. He turned back to her, blushing as he knew he was seeing more of her than he was supposed to, or that she maybe wanted him to see.
"Is there anything else, Tabby?" His voice was soft with both concern and embarrassment. "Or... shall I take my leave?"