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Re: Innocent DB/Hadvar - "Useless" 2b/?

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In the end, Abigail took to the basement to bathe, and Hadvar waited upstairs, to use it afterwards, Sigrid determined for them to bathe separately, regardless of how things were run in the army with their communal bath houses.
Abigail was embarrassed to be grateful for her insistence. The basement contained a large pile of chopped wood, the bedrolls Sigrid had mentioned, another hearth, and a wooden barrel, big enough to sit in, full of steaming water. Abigail unbuckled the leather armour gently, so as to not aggravate what she was sure would be a massive bruise, where the Stormcloak had kicked her earlier. Lifting the armour over her head, then the prisoner's tunic, she looked down, ready for the worst.
There was nothing. Abigail blinked at her belly. It was smooth, and pale. She poked it with her finger tip. Nothing.
What was in that potion Sigrid had given her? It was a miracle!
Smiling at the way her luck had changed, so suddenly, she climbed into the steaming tub and began to scrub at her skin. She unbound her hair, ducking under the water to loosen it, and felt a spot at the back of her neck ease, no longer restricted. She scrubbed her hair, keeping her mouth tightly shut, to make sure she didn't get any of the grime falling out of it into her mouth, then rose out of the water, gasping for air, then went to work on her skin. The trauma of Helgen lessened as the grime was sloughed from her skin. Before long, though, the water had grown brown with muck, and Abigail stepped out of the bath, feeling better, but not feeling clean. Looking around the room, she found a towel and wrapped herself in it, and wondered what she should do. Call Sigrid, and ask if there was any more bath water? Sneak out to the river? No, Hadvar was right – someone may see her and recognise her.
Left with only one real option, Abigail held the towel firmly around her, and hesitantly snuck upstairs.
The house was quiet, and she began to wonder how long she had been. Movement caught her eye, and she startled at it, turning to see Hadvar, shirtless, sitting on a chair very close to the upstairs hearth, washing himself with a cloth. A bucket was by his feet.
Abigail gasped and took a step backwards despite herself. Hadvar hadn't heard her, and continued at his task, squeezing out the cloth, running it along his shoulder, focussing a moment on a spot on his forearm. Abigail's eyes followed the cloth, followed the contours of his arm muscles as the firelight flickered over them. From nowhere, she thrilled at the thought of those arms, holding her again. Embracing her as he had in the cavern earlier – only, obviously she wouldn't be crying this time. She flushed in remembrance. She had been horrible to him, hadn't she? He'd risked his life to save her, several times, and in the cave she'd screamed at him for one tiny little joke. He hadn't deserved that.
And she certainly didn't deserve him. Who was she, a nobody, an escaped prisoner.
She frowned, and her mind more calmed, she took a step forward, clearing her throat.
Hadvar looked up calmly, then stood hurriedly as he noticed Abigail, wet and wearing a towel.
“I'm sorry,” she stepped forward, keeping a firm grip on the towel. “I didn't mean to startle you.”
“No, don't be,” Hadvar held his hands up, turning away to rest the cloth over the bucket edge. “My thoughts were somewhere else.”
Abigail shrugged the towel closer, taking a moment to appreciate how his shoulder muscles flexed as he leaned forward. She shook herself.
“I was only wondering,” she started hurriedly. “If I could have some more water? It's...” she indicated downstairs.
“Mine too,” Hadvar pointed to his bucket. “I don't know if I'm washing blood off or straight back on again any more.”
Abigail nodded, “Right. Is there any more water?” she asked again.
Hadvar pointed to the hearth. “The others are at the pub for dinner, but I can get some more form the river. It'll just take a while to heat up.”
Abigail nodded again, feeling dumb. “Can I help?”
Hadvar regarded her a moment raising his eyebrows at her state. “You're wearing a towel.”
Abigail flushed a little. “I...don't have any clothes.”