Reuben paused for a moment, weighing up the options. He himself knew very little about medicine and about what really was good for the boy. Still, Reuben didn't think that Fabian did look particularly happy, and the bath of ice-water did not look like it could possibly do Fabian any good at all. So without a word, he reached for the towel-like robe and stepped towards the boy, draping it around the boy's shoulders. "Do you need to-" He paused, looking over the boy's legs. Even if Fabian could walk, it was hardly a good idea. He didn't bother finishing his sentence, merely scooped the boy up and carried him out into the hallway. "Which way is your room?"