He breathed a sigh of relief as he was moved away from the bucket. Her hands were warm through his clothing, too, something he would have appreciated far more were his limbs capable of functioning. Dory knew she was a woman of an untouchable reputation, above his lot in every way. But, Merlin, she was pretty. Prettier even than the loud mouth friend who brought them together in the first place.

"It's not a holiday my family typically celebrates," Dory answered her musing casually. The Fisk's were known throughout the community as Jews, after all. Even if Dory didn't generally care much for religion, he wasn't ashamed of his upbringing either. If anything, he was thankful to be spared the dull hours of sitting in Christian church services. He turned his head so her gentle washing of him might continue easier. (And, if the move afforded him a better look at her face, well he wouldn't complain). "Just another day, really. What of you? Seems unfortunate to have to work whilst the dear Saint brings gifts to all."