[What must it be like to know you will never change? She can't even begin to imagine. She, like a flower in the winter, will eventually wither away into nothing. At least, according to all normal conditions. Obviously, there are some that can potentially otherwise alter that.

Still, does it bother him? His immortality. How lonely it must be. She doubts she could handle it.]

I could believe that. You know how to take care of your things. Yourself.

[She nods slowly. As she's taking the time to rinse him carefully, she finds herself pausing again. Then as subtly as she can manage, which is laughable considering he's more the subtle master between them, she carefully draws her fingertips along his back. She speaks, but the truth is, it's meant to be a distraction for him.

To give her time to memorise what she sees. It is likely and probable that she means to do personal research. One day, it may come in handy. Or one day, both of them might feel it an opportune topic of discussion.]

That's actually something I admire. I never grew up with fine things. Didn't... really grow up with much, honestly. But because of that, I've never really known truly what I could have been missing.