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"Ev'ryone can use some kindness from a stranger, I reckon. I ain't gonna let a woman suffer when no one else will help her," he told Lexi, hoping that little explanation answered her question. It would have caused him too much grief and remorse if he let her lay there. In fact, if he didn't help her, she probably would still be broken down on the floor. Besides, it earned him a place to stay while he was in town. A lot of good came from committing to useful deeds.
Leon watched as she began to move herself out of the tub. He didn't move a muscle as she did so, in case she'd need to use him as support. Plus, should his movements cause her to trip or lose balance, that would burden heavily on his shoulders. It was admirable to see her fight against such excruciating pain without much help.
When he stood up in the tub, he tensed in order to resist shaking himself like a wet dog. All of his clothes felt heavy because of the water; he hoped not much got in his nice boots. He stepped out and took the towel from her, his feet moving about to remove the boots, leaving them laying on their side to drain. "Don't worry about it," he assured.
Leon turned his back to her, letting her know that he won't stare if she wanted to strip off the rest of her clothing; if you call that clothing. He undid his shirt without any complaints, and then laid it out on the floor next to the boots. The same was done with his pants, underwear and socks. Once he was nude, he wrapped the towel around his waist in order to spare her a view of his private areas. There were various scars all over his muscular build, and a tattoo on the back of his left shoulder, which symbolized the group of gunslingers he was involved with.
A thumb and index finger grabbed at his nose for a moment as he sniffled, trying to empty water that managed to get up there. He then reached down for his hat, the other hand dusting off the top of it. This didn't get soaked, which he was glad for. This had sentimental value, after all. Getting it ruined would have been upsetting.
Leon watched as she began to move herself out of the tub. He didn't move a muscle as she did so, in case she'd need to use him as support. Plus, should his movements cause her to trip or lose balance, that would burden heavily on his shoulders. It was admirable to see her fight against such excruciating pain without much help.
When he stood up in the tub, he tensed in order to resist shaking himself like a wet dog. All of his clothes felt heavy because of the water; he hoped not much got in his nice boots. He stepped out and took the towel from her, his feet moving about to remove the boots, leaving them laying on their side to drain. "Don't worry about it," he assured.
Leon turned his back to her, letting her know that he won't stare if she wanted to strip off the rest of her clothing; if you call that clothing. He undid his shirt without any complaints, and then laid it out on the floor next to the boots. The same was done with his pants, underwear and socks. Once he was nude, he wrapped the towel around his waist in order to spare her a view of his private areas. There were various scars all over his muscular build, and a tattoo on the back of his left shoulder, which symbolized the group of gunslingers he was involved with.
A thumb and index finger grabbed at his nose for a moment as he sniffled, trying to empty water that managed to get up there. He then reached down for his hat, the other hand dusting off the top of it. This didn't get soaked, which he was glad for. This had sentimental value, after all. Getting it ruined would have been upsetting.