When her legs became too weak, Thorn sat with her on the shower floor, her back to his chest. His long legs were stretched out, and she pressed her against them. Any contact with his body seemed to help her discomfort just a little bit. He didn't touch her more than necessary, and that kept her from asking him to relieve the ache in her to find release. She didn't know why he was helping her, but she wouldn't ask for more than he was willing to give.
When the bathroom door opened, and Ronald stepped inside, Thorn sighed in relief. "She's fine, warrior, but she needs your help." He told Ron. Ronald reached for her, holding her upright, not caring that his clothes were getting wet. Thorn maneuvered around them and left without looking back. She whimpered at the loss of him. Ronald took it
