Skellig lingers a moment longer in the bed, watching her walk to the water before he rises and joins her, placing the amulet on the table before fetching a cloth from the bucket to do the same to himself once she's finished.

Cleaning up is quick enough.
Finding his kilt...takes an extra moment of hunting, through the blankets on the bed. And underneath.

"Where in the..." he mutters, leaning over and bending down to look under the bedframe, where a scrap of the fabric peeks out. "...how did...hmm."