"Yes." He climbs out of the bathtub and reaches for the nearest towel, rubbing the soft fabric over his body without much pressure. The electrifying pain when he pokes the bruises may be great, but ripping the scratches open accidentally would just make him dirty again. When he's finished, he neatly hangs the towel up to dry and returns to the bathtub, mostly because he isn't sure where he's supposed to wait.

And he stands still, no fiddling with the chain or shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The latter would be nice as his legs are worn out from when they'd been pushed back too far. He fights the urge to sit down successfully. Jade will tell him if that's what he's supposed to do. Maybe it is, but he'd rather not guess and be wrong.