There was a peace to it, the heat and the closeness and the simplicity of touch, and Raine was almost a little sorry when Solomon moved again. But they couldn't linger there all day, after all, and his smile was a welcome sight.

Her breath caught again when he reached out, though, expecting-- she didn't know what. She'd had her focus on healing, barely more than that, and now Raine was reminded once more that she was in close proximity to an attractive and very unclothed man. Ah. "Solomon," she said, mildly reproachful, most likely about the return to a title rather than her proper name. Then she sighed lightly, and shook her head. It wouldn't help.

Instead Raine returned his smile, and reached for the soap to get a start on actually washing herself, now that her own hair had been handled. "You're welcome, of course," she said, with a valiant effort at pure businesslike calm. It came out reasonably enough, though her cheeks and the tips of her ears had flushed pink. "Though I could hardly just leave you in that state." She paused only briefly when she came across the scar on her chest, as if she hadn't quite expected its presence, then moved on.