"Exactly like that," she assured, him, smiling. "Thank you." She leaned forward slightly, nearer to where he sat sideways on the edge of the bed, and shifted her own hands to cover his, adjusting the towel and increasing the pressure slightly.

And then remembered. She nearly yanked her hands away.

But...he'd brushed her fingers earlier. Maybe...

"You've been very kind," she murmured, and slipped her fingers over his, pressing gently down. She watched his face, carefully, waiting for his reaction.

She could always pretend she didn't know any better.