Kane
Rising from the bed, I headed for the washbasin.
"Let me wash my hands and change, and I'll feed you," I said to Zara.
"Very well!" she said quietly and leaned back against the pillows. I turned and glanced at her: she had placed one of them, shaped like a dolphin, on her lap.
Entering the bathroom, I thoroughly washed my face and hands and took off my shirt. Opening the laundry chute, I tossed the shirt in and walked out of the bathroom bare-chested.
She was waiting for me, and I saw her eyebrows rise at the sight of me, half-naked. I didn't care; let her enjoy her eyes. I walked to the table and picked up the tray with the stew and her medicine.
White streams rose from the stew as I brought it in and placed it right where her legs had been spread.
"Let's put something good in you." Filling the spoon with soup, I swirled it around so it wouldn't burn itself. Running the tip of my spoon along the rim of the bowl, I poured out the excess stew and offered it to her.
