Penelope stood off to the side as the maids poured warmed water for Tyrion's bath. She noticed that the maids moved quicker than usual, as if they knew what was going to occur.
'I am only here to help with his bath,' Penelope thought.
Penelope didn't believe herself since there was no reason she needed to be present to help wash Tyrion, who was more than able to do this by himself.
She was standing here in their bathing chamber since Tyrion had swayed her with his words.
Penelope looked at the floor. She did not have ample time to read much of the book to have some idea of what to do should anything happen here.
Penelope was more on edge now that she knew they could touch and hold each other at any hour of the day.
"The bath is ready, Milady."
