Jiraiya's estimation of Trowa went up about five notches. Most people couldn't deal with that sort of thing very well. Hell, Jiraiya couldn't. He'd seen it, experienced it on a couple of occasions but he didn't know how to handle it short of rendering the person unconscious.
Hoshigaki wasn't here at the moment or he'd have shown his face already. That meant they had to wait. Jiraiya was getting unnerved by bloodstain on the floor where he'd been lying. It wasn't fresh, but it was undeniably there when he was sure it hadn't been before. And it looked as if he wasn't going to get answers to his questions any time soon.
Jiraiya reached around and found the cabinet with the horrendous beach towels. Carefully, so as not to startle the shaking unicorn boy, he handed a few of the gaudy things to Trowa to drape around unicorn boy's shoulders.