Markus signed as he entered the bathroom, his head was pounding, in the way someone with sinensis was assaulted, right behind his eyes hurt, and his ears ringed. Taking a second he splashed his face with water, and took a deep breath. He assumed he just needed more time to acclimate his mind to the senses and the lacrima to his body. He knew that meant he needed solitude, quiet, peace… Markus flicked off the light switch when he entered, he did not need the light to see clearly, and the light was hurting his eyes.
He knew the shadows embraced him, as always when in darkness his already light skin took a very pale shade. He looked at himself in the mirror, gaging the deepest of his wounds. The one on his neck from the magic, and on of his right shoulder from an attack were the worst, neither were life threatening. It was weird, he could see himself clearly, the lines of his muscles, the water still on his face. This clarity of sight was not something he was used to, he knew this was entirely different than his ability to see in the dark.
Then it hit him again soap and shampoo, water and another scent. He did not need to look over to realize he was no longer alone. Even though, he heard her make a small sound, which to Markus might as well have been a shout within the confines of the bathroom. Markus closed his eyes for a second, waiting for her to speak. He took a deep breath, the smell was rough, not unpleasant, in fact the opposite, but it was a lot. Smell was one of those senses which could really mess with a person.
He glanced over as she talked, he had no plans to act as a tough guy, if that was the case he would have never let her dress his wounds the first time. Either way, he continued to remain silent when she spoke up again. He almost laughed, if she did not wish to see him, why offer to help him wash.
“Is that not part of ‘healing’, junk and all?” Markus asked lightly, the drink probably making him more playful than he ever would have been otherwise. Still, he could tell from the way she moved, messing with the hem of her clothes. Despite the darkness, he could see her clearly. She was nervous, worried. She was messing with her clothes, just the hem. He could see more now then he ever did within the forest. Why was she acting as such he wondered, he could trace the veins in her neck, the color in her eyes.
Was this another cue? He looked her in the eyes, gaging her, studying what he saw as he decided. He decided he was reading too much, and as such just cocked his shoulders, forgetting that the room was dark expect the light coming from the door. Relenting to her request. He looked away once more. It was too much, the visuals, the sounds, the smells.
“Sure, you can help me clean and dress them. You did well last time.” He was gonna do it either way, though knew that it was much easier if he had aid. However if he kept his pants on, and her her nighties, wouldn't that just get them both wet? Sometimes Markus wondered if anyone ever thought things through.
“However, I need to bathe before bed. I don’t get to enjoy it as often as I would like… At least not with hot water.” Markus said the last part quietly. No one in the guild knew he chose to sleep upon the streets, and he really did not care for their sympathy, it was purely his choice, and one he enjoyed. Even if he did consider getting a place. Markus took a deep breath, he was gripping the counter, worried that he would loose balance again. It was surprising, how much a person relied on their senses to do even simple things.
“If you desire, not, to see ‘junk’...” He paused, wondering why she used that choice of words. “How about you trust me not to die, and you can help me once I am done? Or, you can clean them now and let me enjoy soaking after.” He finished, his voice was strained, he still spoke slowly, in the way someone with a headache would not wishing to cause more pain.
He had no plans argue with her, but having no issue with stripping right now if it got her out of the room. He really did not care either way, he was gonna enjoy a shower. Though he doubted she would see much anyways. “Unless you want to help me that badly. I think I will manage somehow.” Markus left the rest up to her.