I Consider You A Donkey

Ophelia was grateful to see Janette down the hallways. Janette paced outside of the bedroom. At the sight of them, Janette hurried forward, bowing her head in greetings.

"Please run a hot bath for us if there are enough resources," Ophelia murmured before pulling Killorn into the room. He sat by her vanity, back facing the mirror and eyes drawn to her as she pulled out her nightgown and his sleeping trousers. She laid everything carefully upon the bed, feeling his attention trained to her at all times. The task must've been mundane to him, for he said nothing.

Soon, Janette came upstairs with other maids, and a bath was thoroughly prepared alongside all the necessary tools. 

"C-come, you could use the h-hot water," Ophelia stated, pulling him to his full height with a sheepish smile. He stood tall, his gaze piercing and emotionless. She didn't know what to do, as he was rarely silent.