Mm. [ It's a noncommittal noise as she looks down at him, a soft smile on her face as she finishes wiping him clean and tosses the washcloth aside, hand resting on his shoulder as she gives him a once over, looks to see what else she should be sure is taken care of. ] I can. I'd just rather ask. [ It's better somehow, to hear it from him instead of getting the gist of it from his mind. Or rather, it's better to hear it when she can also get the confirmation from his mind. ]
i totally believe you that's why i do it