He watched her easily jump into the tub, moving to press his nose into her fur with a low rumble sounding in his chest. He didn't like seeing her like this. Why couldn't he be the one hurt. He would gladly end up torn up rather then her. He felt her body shake as she sat down, and he let out a heavy breath, closing his eyes. He pulled back, watching her carefully for a moment until her voice appeared in his head. 

He nodded slightly, closing his eyes, his body shaking as he worked to shift. Once he was finally able to get through the process, he opened his eyes, blinking a few times rapidly. He moved, worry clouding his facial expression, and he reached up, grabbing the shower handle and turned it on, putting it on the lowest setting. He then slowly let the water run over her fur, using his other hand to gently scrub and clean out the blood. His eyebrows were furrowed, focused on his work. [@Arista]