Darkness brings the dawn
Eleanor had returned to help me get ready for bed when the water had almost gone cold.
I had been so caught up in my thoughts of the previous events, that I had not even noticed.
She scolded me quietly for not taking better care of myself, telling me how little it would take to make me sick in my current state.
Despite feeling better lately, I was still more frail than usual and she made sure to remind me.
She insisted on helping me with getting dried up and proceeded to put even more fragrant oils in my hair.
I could not help but think to myself that I must have smelled like a flower shop by then.
Not that I minded.
It took a little while for her to finish up, which was slightly unusual for her, but I paid it no mind.
I loved having her take care of me like this, despite occasionally feeling guilty for not being able to do anything for her in return.