"It would probably be more productive for us both if I cleaned myself up," he admits. "Though I appreciate the offer of assistance."

Yawning again, he rises to his feet and approaches her to collect the cloth and the bowl of warm-ish water, moving to sit nearer the fire in a chair to work on getting himself cleaned up.

"We may have to ask the staff for fresh linens," he mutters after a moment. "After I've worked to pluck most of the feathers out." Less questions, that way.