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She leads me over to the tub and turns on the water. I watch as she adjusts the temperature and then plugs it, adding some soap to fill it with bubbles.
It all makes me feel like a little girl, waiting for her mother to bathe her. I think I enjoy how it makes me feel. Wanted. Cared for. Loved.
She turns off the water when the tub is about three-quarters full and tells me to strip. My cheeks flush, but I do as she says without fanfare.
Esme offers me a hand to assists me into the tub and I sit, allowing the bubbles to hide my nudity from her.
Her gentle hands remove the dried blood from my wings' exit wounds. It stings a bit still, but my shoulders immediately feel better to have it gone.
Next, she works to rid each and every feather of my blood. Her humming and the sound of the water running down my wings and back into the tub fills the silence between us.
Gradually, the water turns to a muted red. At that point, the plug is pulled to allow it to drain.
This is probably the last for tonight.