Through the door, the concerned maids offered to help Henry bathe but he refused each of their requests, assuring them that he could do everything by himself. Plus, they might be overly worried about the blood on his chin or arm and he didn't find that sort of worry from strangers comforting.
In a final effort, they assured him that someone would be there to stitch up his chin soon enough, he thanked them until he was left to silence.
As his eyes swept along a small shelf next to the bronze tub, he saw oils and soaps of a wide variety. There were bottles unfamiliar to him and even corked glass containers with dried flowers inside of them.
Even the soap was a different color from what the knights used back at Commander Lothian's place. It was like he had been immersed in an entirely different world than the one he had gotten used to. This wasn't the first time he felt like this.
