Lion Head Mesa The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming the moon's gonna owe it one

She honored his request without any further prodding, and he was grateful. Those memories were ones he preferred to keep locked up deep in his mind if given the choice. 

He moved willingly against the wall, saying nothing as she offered to bathe him. He watched intently as she scooped up the warm water and released it down his tense shoulder. That in combination with the heat from her closeness was soothing—more than he was expecting. The feeling was intense, and it forced his eyes closed and pulled a shudder from his lips. He was touch-starved he realized then. He had been alone for a long time, numb to his wants and needs in order to survive. But he didn't have to survive here; he could just enjoy the feeling of something so basic turned tender by the mere fact that she was doing the bathing for him. 

It had also been a while since he had bothered to wash the dirt from his thick, northern coat. It showed as dirt tainted the water, leaving his fur snowy white and soft grey in the places she tended to. He wanted to say something, to reach down and nuzzle his nose into the fur of her neck. But all he managed to get out was a soft: hmmmm. and long, relaxed sigh.