He came back into the threshold of the room with a towel about his waist.

"Your turn. I shant take the blame if the housemaidens look at us with scorn tomorrow," he looked Estinien up, making a click of his tongue as he saw the bruise. He leaned over to take the bottle from Estinien's hand. "You should shower before you're a hazard to yourself. I'll hold this for you," he grinned, taking a sip.

"Ah, there was only one towel, but it's not too wet," he pulls it out from around his waist, casually exposing himself. He holds it out to Estinien with a grin. "Don't worry, I washed really well."