While she settled into the tub, he undressed, running his fingers over the bridge of his nose a couple times. Wraith weren't exactly vanity-driven species, compared to humans anyway, but even he had some pride in his appearance.
Satisfied his nose had not healed into a crooked mess, Todd tossed the last of his clothing on the bed and joined her, though first went over to the closet and pulled out an old jar he had.
If they could be any more physically opposite, it was in their scars. She had several, he had none. Even after his years of imprisonment, several good feedings had healed all that up after he returned, leaving not a single sign of physical evidence. Mental, well, those scars would never completely heal, and he'd be forever bitter that Sheppard got to kill Acastus Koyla before he got his hands on him. He did have another tattoo though, along his right scapula. A bunch of weird V's, but upon closer inspection, was actually a flock of simple-illustrated birds. A line of blunt ridges also followed his spine, a remnant of the iratus ancestor no doubt.
Walking by her, he set the jar down at her end of the tub. "Rub that into your knee. It'll help with the pain and speed up healing" he said. "Wraith use it on torn fingers." He added before she could ask. Sometimes an over-enthusiastic wraith might rip out a claw while feeding or in a fight. They grew back but the pain was like the worst hangnail you could imagine.
Finally, he joined her at his end of the tub, settling into the hot water with an escaped audible noise in the back of his throat.
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Satisfied his nose had not healed into a crooked mess, Todd tossed the last of his clothing on the bed and joined her, though first went over to the closet and pulled out an old jar he had.
If they could be any more physically opposite, it was in their scars. She had several, he had none. Even after his years of imprisonment, several good feedings had healed all that up after he returned, leaving not a single sign of physical evidence. Mental, well, those scars would never completely heal, and he'd be forever bitter that Sheppard got to kill Acastus Koyla before he got his hands on him. He did have another tattoo though, along his right scapula. A bunch of weird V's, but upon closer inspection, was actually a flock of simple-illustrated birds. A line of blunt ridges also followed his spine, a remnant of the iratus ancestor no doubt.
Walking by her, he set the jar down at her end of the tub. "Rub that into your knee. It'll help with the pain and speed up healing" he said. "Wraith use it on torn fingers." He added before she could ask. Sometimes an over-enthusiastic wraith might rip out a claw while feeding or in a fight. They grew back but the pain was like the worst hangnail you could imagine.
Finally, he joined her at his end of the tub, settling into the hot water with an escaped audible noise in the back of his throat.