Conlan let out a breath, and shifted slightly. He looked over at her, and took the bucket. He decided against using the rag, and instead simply dipped his one clean hand into the water. Then took the wet hand out of the bucket and rubbed both together until they were clean.
"Yeah... but I'm bad at hints." He cupped both hands in the water, and brought them to his face. He swiped the cool water across his mouth, taking special care to make sure his beard was clean. Then looked at her.
"I thought dwarves were supposed to be resistant to lyrium? What was this like some sort of dwarf.... drinking contest?"