"Thank the good lord for that," she agrees, as she tosses one of the towels over his head. She smirks at him from under the terrycloth edge.
"Heat escapes from your head, so you keep that towel there 'til I say so, y'hear me?" she threatens, but her voice is gentle and sweet as she does so.
As she looks over her shoulder for the clothes she had left on the dresser, she notices that someone has brought up a tray of food and that hot toddy, both of which are still steaming. There are extra blankets at the foot of Doc's bed, and if Katherine isn't mistaken, the whole thing has been remade with flannel sheets.
Bless Bar's heart.
She picks up the hot, spiked tea, and places it in Doc's hands. "Take a couple lungfuls of the steam off'a that," she suggests, unfolding a clean towel and working it over his shoulders.
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"Heat escapes from your head, so you keep that towel there 'til I say so, y'hear me?" she threatens, but her voice is gentle and sweet as she does so.
As she looks over her shoulder for the clothes she had left on the dresser, she notices that someone has brought up a tray of food and that hot toddy, both of which are still steaming. There are extra blankets at the foot of Doc's bed, and if Katherine isn't mistaken, the whole thing has been remade with flannel sheets.
Bless Bar's heart.
She picks up the hot, spiked tea, and places it in Doc's hands. "Take a couple lungfuls of the steam off'a that," she suggests, unfolding a clean towel and working it over his shoulders.