Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
Zavien was completely unaware of the effect he was having. His concentration remained diligently on the task of relaxation. He couldn't begin to fathom whether it was working beyond the slow release of each muscle, feeling a quiet satisfaction at each new success. And all the while, he memorized the path of her skin. Having traversed it before, his hands were no longer the rushed explorer seeking to conquer, they were the farmer who came afterwards, caring for and charting the land for future generations. It was a focus on what he could do for her rather than how he could satiate his own urges, although he would argue that it gave him just as much satisfaction.
Once her back was properly slathered in soap, he adjusted his body to let the warm water run down her skin, wiping away the suds with open palms. Then Zavien maneuvered them in the tight space so that he faced her, offering a quiet smile as he lathered soap down her shoulders towards her hands on each arm, paying close attention to every inch of skin.
Once her back was properly slathered in soap, he adjusted his body to let the warm water run down her skin, wiping away the suds with open palms. Then Zavien maneuvered them in the tight space so that he faced her, offering a quiet smile as he lathered soap down her shoulders towards her hands on each arm, paying close attention to every inch of skin.
Zavien
but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
