[ Gamora can't ever remember a time that someone washed her hair for her. Does it always feel so nice? She doesn't quite realize the soft sounds of contentment that slip from her, barely there and yet noticeable under the spray of the shower.
She offers a quiet hum of acknowledgement, drawing back just enough to look up at him. ]
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She offers a quiet hum of acknowledgement, drawing back just enough to look up at him. ]
I'm fine.
[ Conscious, but tired. ]