[ ... Even his back's more slender than she thought. No, not just slender - skinny. He doesn't quite have the look of someone lacking food, but the sight of it still makes something in her chest twist. She's gotten so used to him now that it's easy for her to forget just how sickly he really looks and now that she's seeing him without anything else to obfuscate his form, it's even more pronounced.

It's probably foolish to feel any sort of sympathy for the beast keeping her captive here. But being a fool may as well be a prerequisite for being a Saintess, so that's nothing new. ]

... There aren't any attendants here. It's probably how you prefer it, but...

[ She usually wouldn't even think to offer, but... she at least should be working to uphold her end of their bargain. If she can't fulfill those desires for him, then... ]

If we're already here together, I might as well help you bathe.

[ It's partially her fault they're both such a mess, after all. ]