[ It's painful, especially since he wasn't there- for three years, he spent time away from his people, expecting to see them. They were supposed to meet them.

Only to be met with time distortion of thirty years like this- and losses. So many, many losses.

(And she knows he won't be okay. He will, but not right away.)

She watches him, setting the towel down for a moment and takes his head in her hands. ]

And you shouldn't. For now, though... take your top off so I can wash the rest? You're so tense right now, 'tis going to make me ache.

[ A weak smile. He asked for a distraction, and there's no point rehashing the obvious. They know what must be done, and like she walked the end, he too will see this through.

She won't let him be alone during it, though. ]