[Why did he make it sound like it was a chore? Hot springs were so nice!

Sighing, she came over to him, grabbed one of the washrags and began to lather it in soap. As she came up behind him, her eyes immediately took to the scars on his back she could see through the steam. Blinking, she immediately found herself entranced with touching them.]

Pretty... Sniper's back... can I feel it?

[Lightly fingering over one of the scars before receiving a yes or a no, she found herself transfixed on that certain one.]