Posted Dec. 6, 2021, 8:31 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Mykl Najjar (Chief Counseling Officer) (D Grisham)
Mykl sat atop stacked pillows on the floor, her companion, Pic, on the ornate rug in front of her facing away. As she rubbed a balm between her hands to warm it and cover the surface of palms and fingers, she asked, “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go to sickbay? They can heal the strain in a flash.”
Pic shook his head and pointed over his right shoulder at her. %You.% Meaning he’d rather she treated the soreness in his muscles. Mykl began to massage his shoulder from the neck to where his arm began and down to the bottom of the scapula. The balm smelled slightly of camphor and sandalwood, a scent they had both grown up with in their family homes. Since Pic wasn’t able to speak, he didn’t make the usual sounds of enjoyment as she worked the muscles, but Mykl was very aware that he began to relax which meant she was providing some relief.
“You should probably take a hot bath and soak it.” Once again he shook his head but this time the fingers of his left hand began to dance where she could see them. %Maybe a hot compress, but baths are boring.%
She laughed and continued to massage. “You may think they’re boring but I think they’re decadent! Light a few candles, put on some soft music and perfume the water…what more could you ask for?”
He didn’t bother to answer the rhetorical question. They had discussed it at length more than once and were both aware of the others feelings about bathing.
—Najjar and Pic
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