"Maddox?" Blair called. "The healer is here. So is Aldric. Are you in there?"
"One minute," Maddox said, his voice impressively steady for a man whose legs had recently filed for divorce from the rest of his body.
He looked down at Guinevere, who was unconscious against his chest. She was also thoroughly unbothered by the fact that the cavalry had arrived and neither of them were dressed, dry, or in possession of a single credible explanation for the state of this bathing chamber.
First things first.
He shifted her carefully, one arm under her shoulders, the other bracing her ribcage, and eased her back against the marble slope of the tub until her head rested against the rim and her body was reclined, chin above water, breathing steady.
Then he adjusted her again because the first angle looked uncomfortable.
Then a third time because her head had tilted slightly and the image of her sliding under while he was arguing with Blair was going to give him a heart attack.
