Harolin sighed.
He stepped out of the stall and pointed at Ruaan without turning back. "Don't call me that again."
"Noted," Ruaan said.
"I mean it."
"Completely understood."
Harolin walked out.
"What about Cullen?" Ruaan called after him.
The footsteps stopped. "I'll leave something at your cell by morning."
Then he was gone.
Ruaan stood under the shower for a moment.
"Lily," he said, to the tile wall.
Then again. "Lily."
"That name suits him more." One more time, quieter. "Lily."
He looked down, moved his hand to cover himself, and shook his head slowly. "Okay. Hurry up and leave before someone catches you."
He pulled out the soap — Harolin's soap, still wrapped carefully in the small cloth he'd been carrying it in — washed up quickly, wrapped it back up, and slipped out of the bathroom before anyone else appeared.
.
The package was sitting by the cell door when he woke up.
