Breathless and panting, Kabir embraced Zaya, holding her face close, caressing it. "You did great, Zaya. Are you all right?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Zaya didn't respond, and Kabir asked again, "Talk to me, Zaya. Are you feeling weak?" She nodded slowly, and Kabir swiftly scooped her up in his arms, carrying her out of the shower.
"Don't worry, I've got you," he said, setting her down gently in the bathtub, which he had already prepared.
"Stay still, let me take care of you," Kabir said, and Zaya relaxed, sinking into the bathtub as Kabir gathered everything he needed to bathe her.
He gently washed her body, taking extra care of her sensitive areas, while Zaya closed her eyes and let him tend to her. She winced slightly as he massaged areas that were sore, but his touch was soothing.
