Author's note: When I wrote this drabble I was vaguely thinking of The Moor.

Bath Time

I was cold, covered in mud. Filling the tub with steaming water and foaming bath salts, I stripped out of my clothes and climbed in. After soaking for a long time, I slid into the cooling water to wet my hair in preparation for washing it. It was then that I realized my arms were too tired to reach up and do the job. Damn long hair, anyway.

I wearily closed my eyes. Just as I was considering another attempt, clever hands with long fingers began to massage shampoo into my hair. How could anything feel this good?