Crozier picks up his head and glances over his shoulder, finally feeling Rama's stare burning into his back. That was the trouble to begin with, wasn't it? Rama had insisted on bathing him, washing his hair, dressing him - they couldn't keep their hands off of each other.

"You can do as you please," he replies, moving the cloth a little more slowly. He dips it back into the water, forgetting to ring it out as he draws it down his chest, rivulets of water running down to his navel. "Once I'm well."