He listens to her moving around, dropping his hand and rotating his shoulder gingerly.

There's a kind of deliberate economy in her movements and actions, almost a determination that he finds interesting to follow.

When she returns he holds out his hand to take the cloth, close to protesting when she moves to do it for him.

Her hand on his chin keeps him quiet and he lets her push his head back.

"I can do it," he says, even as he closes his eyes as requested.