Well, he wasn't exactly asking that, but he wanted to see how impatient she seems. And since she doesn't seem too impatient...
...Ianchus allows himself a bit longer (not too long, of course, but perhaps a few minutes more than he'd normally take) to enjoy the shower. Sure the water takes a while to warm up, but he relishes feeling his hair return to its normal texture as he scrubs the gore out, and enjoys the feeling of the stream on his muscles.
Everything is somewhat hitting him--that he's somehow ended up in a different place (a different world?) where monsters and magic don't just seem to be a theory.
He turns off the water and steps out, glancing at his clothes. His breeches didn't get too much blood on them, but he's loathe to get into even those, not when he's just gotten clean, so he wraps the towel he was using to dry himself around his waist instead.
That squared away, he wanders out, looking for his companion once more.
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...Ianchus allows himself a bit longer (not too long, of course, but perhaps a few minutes more than he'd normally take) to enjoy the shower. Sure the water takes a while to warm up, but he relishes feeling his hair return to its normal texture as he scrubs the gore out, and enjoys the feeling of the stream on his muscles.
Everything is somewhat hitting him--that he's somehow ended up in a different place (a different world?) where monsters and magic don't just seem to be a theory.
He turns off the water and steps out, glancing at his clothes. His breeches didn't get too much blood on them, but he's loathe to get into even those, not when he's just gotten clean, so he wraps the towel he was using to dry himself around his waist instead.
That squared away, he wanders out, looking for his companion once more.