Percy takes it from her with a little nod of thanks. His hair sticks up awkwardly in spots, laying awkwardly flat in others - it might be clean, but it still demands brushing. He's still squinty, too, at least for the moment. But he moves with an ease unlike the tightly wound man who'd stepped out of his prison cell, and his expression is an easy one.
"Pity we can't go back in these," he says lightly, still in high spirits as he towels the water off his scarred chest and arms. "Wandering around half-naked doesn't seem that much worse than putting those rags back on."
Rags might be a bit strong, but he doubts time and distance have done anything to improve them.
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Date: 2025-03-19 02:02 am (UTC)"Pity we can't go back in these," he says lightly, still in high spirits as he towels the water off his scarred chest and arms. "Wandering around half-naked doesn't seem that much worse than putting those rags back on."
Rags might be a bit strong, but he doubts time and distance have done anything to improve them.