100 Not His Fault.

Ethan frowned.

"What do you mean 'switch back to Shikera'? I can call you anything I want," he opposed her, dropping the towel he had been using to wipe her face, in the bowl beside the bed.

Shikera sighed, refusing to make eye contact with Ethan as she replied, "I...have nothing to say but then, let's just forget it. What were you doing?"

Her eyes moved to the wet towel and then to the bowl, before finally coming to settle on his face.

"I was cleaning your face," Ethan answered, shrugging his shoulders. "I didn't think you would like it if I change your dress again, while you are asleep."

Blushing furiously, Shikera managed to ask, "And why–why will you change my clothes for me?"

"Cause you were sweating, so much that I was beginning to wonder if I should call Doctor Alexander."

"Still," Shikera insisted, "A few minutes of perspiration wouldn't have done anything. At least we uhm...bathed last night, or...was if early this morning?"