After Grace quietly cleaned Jake up with the damp towel.
She wiped away the mess on his stomach and carefully cleaned her own hand, then even gently wiped his softened cock before helping him adjust his pants back into place.
With that, she lowered her head, excused herself, and carried the basin of water out to change.
After that, Barbara stepped closer, her sharp eyes carefully examining Jake's body.
Her fingers pressed lightly against a few of the bandaged areas, checking the condition of his injuries with a serious, professional expression.
"…Your recovery is better than expected," she said after a moment. "But you're still far from fully healed. Don't move around carelessly."
Jake looked up at her and gave a small nod.
"…Got it."
Barbara's serious expression suddenly shifted.
A sly grin spread across her face as she looked down at him.
