Constans rolled his eyes at Bethen's admonishments and headed for her water basin, awkwardly half-hopping across the floor as he pulled off his socks on the way. He heard the door to the hallway click gently shut as he reached for the tap.
Feeling strangely all the more exposed now that he was alone and nearly naked in Bethen's quarters than he had while she had been around pointedly failing to look at him, he dropped his bloodied rags into her sink and waited for the tub's basin to fill. Already shivering in the chill, he took the time to heat the water before getting in; whatever the current evidence to the contrary, he stubbornly decided that he simply wasn't enough of a masochist to jump into a freezing cold bath. The effort expended on this simple spell left him woozy, a cause for concern.
After scrubbing himself down as quickly as possible, Constans let the basin drain and emerged from his quiet bath only to find a several new varieties of awkwardness added to his life. Problem number one was that he still wouldn't have wearable clothing until Bethen arrived with it, which meant waiting for her return in his smallclothes... which will probably only annoy her further. Nothing much that can be done about that, he reckons, besides borrowing a blanket and hoping for the best.
The second, distinctly more worrisome issue was that the blood dribbling from his hand became rather harder to disguise now that the rest of him wasn't smeared with the stuff as well. Uncertain what to do, Constans ripped an unsullied patch from the hem of his ruined mage's robes. This he carefully folded and clutched in his right palm, making the fabric disappear inside his fist. Stealing the coverlet from Bethen's bed, he wrapped it around his shoulders and went to sit in the corner between stone wall and bookcase, where he would be least likely to be noticed if anyone stuck their head into the room, and waited anxiously for his friend's return.
It is barely another minute before the faint creak of the door heralded someone's approach. Feeling like a startled rabbit and resenting himself for it, he went motionless and silent until he could be certain the creeping silhouette in the alcove's entry belonged to Bethen.
"That took a while," he hissed worriedly, eyes searching Bethen's face in the darkness. "Everything okay?"