Dorian came up to the room with a bag filled with healing supplies, noting with satisfaction they had brought the heavy tub filled with water. He turned a fire shell around it, starting to warm the water, as he tossed in elfroot and blood lotus, along with a soap made of dawnstone slipped in, making it ... well. Rather pink and frothy.

He snorted at it faintly, before he moved over to Cole him, concern flashing through his grey eyes. "You really do like testing my public emotional register, don't you? Keep this up and people will think I actually give a damn."

He eyed the clothing. "Right, well, we're going to have to get you out of these filthy things and into the bath. You can wear some things of mine while you recuperate."