"I owe you everything."

Cole didn't sound argumentative, or even grateful. It was a simple statement of fact; everything he was and managed to remain was thanks to Rhys' love and care. "But I won't clean your armour if you don't want me to." He took a few steps ahead, beckoning with his finger. "This way, through the Undercroft, hot springs bubbling since before the mountains, stones shaped lovingly to cradle aching bodies."