Verin sinks into the quiet between them as Essek works, bringing comfort through touch that is so familiar and yet Verin has not had this experience in a long time. His eyes remain closed, and he is unsure if he wants to sleep or just lose himself for a little while in the simplicity of it all: the warmth of the water, the caress of his brother's fingers or the comb, and the sound of Essek's breathing. He could have lost this forever.

At some point during Essek's tender care, Verin shifts to wrap one arm around Essek's leg. He goes no further, but even that offers him some comfort. He can feel the wet silk against his back, and for a moment he's quietly amused that Essek doffed all his layers only to get this one wet.

He opens his eyes again briefly when he hears the command - even with that gentle please, Verin doesn't hear it as a request - and then does as he's told. Verin rinses his hair thoroughly, his fingers following the same paths as Essek's had. Only when he's certain the soap is all washed out does he sit up again. He sinks back against Essek where his brother sits behind him. Verin turns his head to brush a kiss to Essek's knee.

"I should get out," he says quietly. The water won't go cold, not with a wizard for a brother, but if Verin is going to linger anywhere, he'd rather a bed or comfortable couch. "Do you have a robe I can use?"

Verin will not fit in anything Essek owns, but he swears he left clothes here at some point.