A room to himself to get clean? He looked over at the pile the girl had dropped. And clean clothes. It was like a dream. "Thank you." He didn't bother to wait until Gray had left the room and started to remove his shoes and clothes. He folded the clothes almost compulsively and laid the shirt neatly next to the shoes. Then he shuddered. Like dealing with the dead. He pushed that thought aside.
Eric spent a lot of time trying to get clean in the water. It was warm but not scalding. He started with his core body before moving to arms and legs and face. The bowl was black with ash and dirt and he was still slightly dirty but the majority had been removed. The rag wasn't doing anything but moving swirls of dirt around by now. Shivering he pulled on the clean top. It felt good, and warm. then he sat down and looked around the room.