Sorian stroked Kavala's hair as she talked weakly, her wraith-like state still apparent in her fatigue. He almost pitied the fact that she was alone in her efforts, but the myriad of names she uttered--all strangers to him--reassured him that he was not very missed. One of the names, however, caught his attention with the particular amount of affection lavished upon it. "Hatot? An... Akalak?" he repeated with a hint of slow apprehension, his scrubbing stopping yet again as he pondered on the possibilities. He truly had a slow brain before, but he has since adapted quickly to the pace one would expect of a two hundred year old individual, and as such he was able to gather his thoughts into the 'special friend' part of the equation. What's more, he knows that people have been coming to see her with the intention of invoking the ancient promise that netted her Sanctuary itself. It was one of the things he had intended on protecting her from, but it was not something he had a right to revoke, especially because he is an outcast and a vigilante in the eyes of his fellow Akalak. He didn't pursue the matter though, proceeding to answer her own question while keeping himself busy with cleaning her back. "I... Left because I felt like... I needed to find... Peace. With Navis," he droned slowly. It was the kind of vague, ambiguous response that had the potential to anger Kavala, so he immediately followed it up with "Indeed... After many battles with... Humans, monsters and... With Navis, I believe we have reached... An accord." A sigh from him would have told the perceptive Konti that what he said was only half-true. He and Navis have reached a decision to balance their lifestyles and their times at the helm; during the day Sorian would be in control, during the night Navis would be, with the added benefit of him being free to do whatever he pleased. So he knew that for now, it was safe to be around Sanctuary. He had to leave before nightfall. It was probably the very thing that Kavala wanted to study in his facial reactions when he said his double-edged piece. When he was finished with her back, he took a deep breath and shook his head out of his lustful stupor, cleaning her front as quickly and gently as he could. Her breasts were soft, supple and warm to the touch, and he glided the sponge over, beneath and across them post haste to give him some room to breathe; every time he did touch the parts of her body that were quite sensitive (for him, at least) he felt like he would explode, ballooning his face into a puffy version of labor and unusual excitement. Then came the hard part: cleaning her nether regions. "I'll... Get in the tub, too, alright?" he said cautiously, then he dropped his scraggly pantaloons and got right in with some awkwardness. He was a bit embarrassed because the strange feelings of lust had for her had hardened his member, and it made him enter the water with his back to her face. Once he was safe behind the bloody sheet of water, he waded closer to her. "Please... Stand, Kavala," he ordered her discreetly so that she stood with her abdomen to his face. Taking yet another sigh and holding himself breathless, he began stroking and scrubbing her scarred belly, down to her legs, both her feet, and then lastly her privates, taking extra caution when it came to her genitalia; by then the redness in his face was so apparent that he beamed a more purple color than pale blue. He stood up from his crouch for awhile to stretch himself from the coiled muscles in his legs, then took a warm bucket of clean water from the faucet. Settling back down, he dipped the sponge to rinse her clean, taking two towels to help wipe her clean afterwards. "So... Was it okay?" he asked her a bit shyly as he was drying her hair. |