[ she kisses the corner of his lips as she lifts herself off of him. her grip on him tightens briefly, because she's half tempted to move right back down onto him, but, no, it's bathtime now. ] ...it should definitely help. [ and because this is a dream she's definitely strong enough to carry him to the bath... with, of course, the help of her tentacles. ]

[ inside the bathroom is something like this, though it's almost overflowing with bubbles, and she sets him down on the tub's edge. ] Here we are.