Eliot took the towel and scrubbed it against his hair first. He didn't care about the water dripping down the rest of him. He was keenly aware he was standing with most of his weight to his good side, favoring his bum leg.
Limping into the bedroom, he noticed the room was cleaner. The sheets were a deep blue, now. He arched a brow, but said nothing. He didn't bother with clothes, but sat on the bed and scooted back to the pillows.