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Renata smiled in answer. "That is something I do not need house elves for, either, then, is it?" she teased. There was nothing carnal about this; it was something her bathwoman did for her at home, in the Towers, after a long session in the circle. She loved that she could trust him not to expect more of her when she could not give it; loved, too, the soothing energy he projected, something no servant could provide, nor anyone but her beloved. She disrobed and lay on the bed, face down, head turned, and while he tended to her, she said: "She may not be so lucky as that. Look how little I was able to do for poor Dori, in the end."