Her reaction to having her space invaded had been slow, slow indeed. She'd barely heard or recognized the knocking, the call of her name, the way the floor creaked. Everything continued to be muffled, all sounds drowned out, sounding like faded thuds. Lucy had no chance to struggle as she felt arms wrap around her, being dragged out of the water and tub and over the side. The porcelain was cold as ever against her naked skin, and being pulled to the floor made it even worse. She was no longer being enveloped by cooling water but was now being spoken to and patted, held.

“I’m fine—” she gasped, sputtering as she was trying to shift and push her hair out of her face. “I’m fine,” she repeated, more insistently, a touch annoyed. “Do you always barge in on women bathing?” Don’t answer that, she already knew the answer.

Ignore the fact that she was completely naked and wet, water from the bath pooling underneath her and soaking into his clothes, this was the first time he would get to see the pink scar standing out against the backdrop of pale skin on her stomach. Lucy however couldn’t ignore that she was all on display, quickly pulling her arm over her breasts, embarrassed then, trying to slide away from his lap.