The touch of her hand shouldn't have been a surprise but it was, in the sense that even that light pressure made those muscles cramp again. It took a moment before Solomon could answer, and even then his back settled only uneasily under her touch with a dozen little twitches.

"No, they didn't," he confirmed. It was fortunate, given then internal injuries he'd suffered against Malicant. He smiled wryly. "It seems I have little choice, since the shower's heat hasn't helped." Maybe if he'd stood under the direct beat of the water for longer, but that wouldn't have been much fun for either of them after a time.

Solomon braced himself against the wall with one arm and dropped the other to a rest-position, loosening the side of his back under Raine's hand. Standing up was far from the optimal position for this sort of thing, but all he needed was to be able to lift his hands over his head long enough to wash his hair. Surely that wouldn't take much.