Raine was nothing if not a fast learner. A corner of Solomon's mouth kept tugging with an approving and pleased smile as he turned to duck his head under the water, smoothing it back off his forehead, enjoying the hot water down his face and shoulders and very deliberately lingering in the motion. If Raine was going to watch, he may as well give her time to do so.

His hair was down to his shoulders, Solomon noted absently. Definitely in need of a cut. He could do so himself, though it would look a little ragged after--maybe Raine had a better hand with the scissors.

Once Solomon had lathered his hands with the hair-wash he reached up to run the soap through his hair, but the muscles down either side of his upper spine twinged and his breath caught with a startled grunt. He had to lower his hands carefully to keep those muscles from cramping further--right behind his lungs as they were, it made him short of breath. And he couldn't even reach that particular area of his back, either, so he massaged his side instead, with not a little bit of exasperation.

He'd been carrying more tension than he thought, and the stiffness of a year abed surely hadn't helped ease it off. That was annoying.