Shiro takes his time - this is as much about relaxing together and continuing to bring Felih back from his hazy and subordinate headspace as it is about getting clean. Bonding. Exploring one another. Taking care of him. Reminding him that he's not alone. Shiro's not leaving.

He nuzzles and kisses and murmurs mixed endearments and instructions as he goes, careful over especially sensitive areas. When he's done them both, covering his own body much more quickly, he pulls a bottle of water from his hammerspace and lets Felih watch him crack it open. He takes a mouthful and then passes it over, making sure they both drink until the whole of it is gone. Then he pulls a soft blanket over them and nestles down for nothing but cuddles.

"How're you feeling?" he asks, checking in with his mate.