He adjusted slightly. The bathwater swallowed his chin, his lips, and nipped at his earlobes. Bony knees were left exposed to the much colder air, but it wasn’t too uncomfortable. A deep breath through his nose, and gray eyes slipped closed as he focused his attention on the warmth of the water on his skin, the mildly scented soap. It was comfortable enough, despite his being a bit too tall, and he had the nerve to hope that the warm water would wash away this unbearable sickness.