*The state of him is something else entirely and she knows it will likely take repeated scrubbings to make him clean again. Even then he remains beautiful. The way he looks at her plays a large part in how she views him now and she knows that as well. When he pulls back and moves to take a seat in the water, she grabs for a pumice stone. It will likely be needed.*

Your temper has never put me off, you know this. What you should also know is that I have no more desire to be around those celebrating than you do.

*The water ripples as she moves through it to follow after him.* At least this way I am being useful and you... you are not wallowing in your own filth. It's unbecoming.