Yes ... ? Yes! [she blinks. Right. Washing the husband. Alyss reaches over to a little table that appears, taking some gel and reading it over. Thankful that it's on a language she knows. Before squeezing it onto the sponge with extreme concentration.] I read this in a book. [She explains before kneeling next to the tub and gently rubbing the soft sponge over his body. In smooth circle, first at his shoulders, than lower, careful to be mindful of the newest scars]