He has no idea about the way she's feeling right now, doesn't know she's thinking about him like that- at the same time when a few ideas of his own are floating up. Especially when her shoulders relax and her head drops forward, and he imagines doing this for her when she isn't bruised and hurt. Rubbing into her skin and getting her to relax, to let go of her worries just by touching her...

He can't help but notice the silence that has fallen between them, too, and he doesn't open his mouth again while he works on her back.

When he's finally done, he pulls back, the warmth of his hands pulling away from her as well. "There we go. Best not put that shirt on until it's dried, eh? Don't want the stink to settle in."