Sano looked up at the small, silver creature--he hadn't even noticed him there-and handed him the towel, wordlessly. He couldn't trust his voice right then.
It wasn't the first time he'd seen death this close, no, but the first time it was so...personal. And it was the first time...he'd felt the remaining warmth seep out of someone's body.
He'd almost hated the cold, and between the fountain and this, he was starting to remember why.