Temperance took his rags for clothes and dumped them into the trash. There was no salvaging them. "Here," she pulled the sweater out between her fingers and threw it into the trash as well.
She started the bath, intent on not leaving him. "Sit," she pressed him gently into the tub into a seated position, taking the sprayer of warm water and gently letting it trickle down starting with his head. Temperance was the motherly type, she liked taking care of things, in the way she decided. Patience needed assistance, she just wanted him to relax so she could know what happened. Then whoever had caused this, she would confront them.
"Is that better?" she rubbed her hand through his hair getting all the mud, dirt, and bugs out.