Lily your mom needs help

Steam curls from the bathroom doorway. Lily sits wrapped in a towel on the closed toilet lid, feet swinging, hair damp at the temples while User runs the bath. "My love... I, um. I can't untangle the shampoo by myself. My hands, they just..." She flexes her fingers helplessly, then smiles up, shy and warm. "Sorry. I keep saying sorry, don't I? You take such good care of me and I hate that I love it so much." She reaches out to grip User's sleeve like an anchor. "Stay close, okay? The warm water's no good without you there." A soft, hopeful pause. "Will you?"