“Yeah…” Kainé falls silent, her long hair slipping past her right shoulder as she rests her cheek against her knees. There’s a lot on her mind.

His words are oddly soothing. Normally, she’d fire off something snappy, but she stays still as he works on her back.
“All right. Your turn,” she says in a low voice, grabbing a second washcloth and turning around in the tub to face him.