Sala was trying hard not to stare; even though Tech's body was covered in fresh bruises and lacerations, it was still a gorgeous sight to see. Different from other clones she met, she thought to herself.
How could she tell he was a clone?
It was all in the eyes... those eyes were always so beautiful-
Not the time for that, Sala. Tech's in pain. You need to help him.
She stepped closer and gripped at each piece of fabric to allow Tech to undress properly, her soft hands delicate across his damaged body. Poor man. It was already too painful for him to remove his shirt, with his broken arm and all, but the Togruta tried her hardest to make sure that Tech was as comfortable as possible.
Well, as possible as a broken arm, ribs, and fractured hip can be.
His pants were another deal entirely. His shaky hands wouldn't even allow him to unbutton them, but she knelt down and took the initiative.
"Nuh-uh. You need to relax."
She was careful not to reach where her hands were not allowed, unbuttoning and unzipping the fly of his dirty blue jeans and pulling them down slowly over his hips and down his legs. As she tugged down his pants, the view of some other bruises were apprent. It was good that they were just bruises.
Her fingertips grazed over one of the bruises, a knot making itself known, as well. The woman clicked her tongue and sighed sadly.
"I'll put some Neosporin on some of your cuts and bruises after your bath. Keeps all the nastiness out, and dulls the pain. You'll thank me for it later, handsome."
As the man had been stripped down, holding his underwear over his private area, she tried to shrug it off as if it was nothing, but... it was making her blood turn warm and her hands fidgety.
"Don't you worry," she began, "I have seen my fair share of male bits in my life. It's not a problem at all. And don't keep tellin' me you're a burden now, 'cause you're not. It's nice to have someone around, even if I have to take care of ya."
She gave him a teasing wink, taking the bundled up fabric and taking it away to throw into the hamper not too far from the bathroom door, along with the rest of his dirty clothes.
It was true, what she was saying. it was not a new occurence for her, but it never truly meant that she would get over the sight of something so...
It was also true that his company was well-needed. Being alone on a planet like Pandora could drive any person mad, making them go as psycho as the folk running 'round, screaming at the top of their lungs while holding saws and shooting at the sky. A soft-hearted person like him, was someone she definitely needed the company of, during these dark times, especially with the Empire making its presence known.
Good thing that Pandora was out of the way, and the Empire was not going to make its way there, she thought to herself. Separatists did align themselves with weapon manufacturing companies around Pandora, sure, but what was there to gain from a planet like hers? There weren't many resources...
Maybe there was something else that she has yet to figure out about this place. Just maybe.
She shook the thoughts out of her head to focus on the objective at hand. With such tenderness and care as she could provide, Sala lifted Tech's legs over the tub's rim, to set him down, nice and slow, into the warmth of the water and the froth of the bubbles. Hopefully, the smell of lavender was not going to be too overpowering.
"Do you just wanna soak for a bit, handsome? Give you some time to relax?"
As she asked that question, the silk belt that held her robe in place was being fondled with, the neat bow being untied as she was about to become almost vulnerable herself. Well... not as vulnerable as him at least.
