Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
Unashamed of his own ugly scar, Zavien didn't flinch when she brushed over it. Sensation was muted beneath the puckered skin, but it had long stopped aching, and he'd long since stopped worrying about what others thought of it. Still, he appreciated when Soh didn't pause or shrink or show any signs of caring, continuing towards his hips and then arms without err.
It was a strange feeling. The soap and water spread easily beneath her delicate fingers, never lingering or applying more pressure than necessary. It didn't ignite against his skin or disorient him. It simply soothed and eased what little tension remained. The urge to help quickly faded as he watched her work, catching on the way she dedicated herself to the efforts. He refused to interrupt no matter how he'd usually insist she didn't need to do this, getting the sense that she wanted to do this as much as he'd wanted to run his hands along her. So he remained malleable under her cleaning, letting her direct every angle of his limbs so she could find satisfaction in the process, leaving no spot unattended.
It was a strange feeling. The soap and water spread easily beneath her delicate fingers, never lingering or applying more pressure than necessary. It didn't ignite against his skin or disorient him. It simply soothed and eased what little tension remained. The urge to help quickly faded as he watched her work, catching on the way she dedicated herself to the efforts. He refused to interrupt no matter how he'd usually insist she didn't need to do this, getting the sense that she wanted to do this as much as he'd wanted to run his hands along her. So he remained malleable under her cleaning, letting her direct every angle of his limbs so she could find satisfaction in the process, leaving no spot unattended.
Zavien
but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
