LERRIN
Suhle had somehow found a new set of clothing that fit him almost as well as those that were made for him. When she'd bustled in with a big basket on her arm and a frown on her face, he'd been concerned, but she was muttering about not being able to arrange a true bath for him.
"They will not allow it," she said through her teeth.
Lerrin had cupped her face and made her stop to look at him. "I am so thankful that you care," he said softly.
She'd smiled then and it lit his heart up from the inside.
He'd hated not being able to bathe. It was, for him, the worst part of imprisonment. But she'd been so diligent about bringing cloths and wash water. It was no worse than when he'd been travelling in winter and unable to use the streams or rivers. So he hadn't sighed when she'd produced yet another large jar of water and small pile of soft cloths for him to use. At least he wouldn't stink.
