It had been nothing more than a passing sentiment, something anyone might have said had they been doing something rather menial. It wasn't something he truly wanted for himself, although Roland made no voice of that.
"As you wish," he said, and gave her a solemn nod.
He did frown at her answer, however, and he nodded to her. So instead his hand carefully pried the blanket from her form, letting his eyes take in the rest of her. Roland's expression was solemn as he reached across her and gently pressed his hands strongly against the muscles of her legs, her calves and her ankles. He just did this quietly for a time before the sound bubbling water drew his attention away and he got up from the bed.
He pulled the hinge away from the fire and although it was heated, he took his discarded shirt, binding it around the handle and carting it to the tub, filling it up slowly and stirring the water slowly with his hand, finding the waters were warm enough and he carefully wiped it off.
He didn't ask, and didn't let her fight him on it when he returned to the bed and reached across to scoop Alanna up into his arms, one arm hooked underneath her legs and the other underneath her shoulders. He was mindful of her wounds and when hovering over the water he was half tempted to just dump her into the water. Oh but that would be awfully childish and Roland only snickered as he gently placed her down into the water, submerging her .
Roland knelt beside it and revealed a small shelf that hooked on the tub's edge, along with a rounded sponge. "Okay, don't hog the whole tub. Come on, scoot," he said sternly and stood, stepping in behind her and settling in. "Oh my, commander, you're back needs washing. You look like you were just attacked by a werewolf." And took a sponge, a soap and dashed the bar over it until it was foamy.
"No doubt you slew such a great and terrible beast," he murmured, gently pressing the sponge against her shoulders.