Inside the bath Howl sets a hand on the counter and then looks up into the mirror to check his face. There are shadows under his eyes -- he hasn't slept properly since he arrived, and he would chalk it up to the way his sleeping habits have been unintentionally reversed if only the lingering memory of the burned area of the city way over in Muspelheim didn't continue to bother him.

Shedding his clothes like a shake, he reaches out to open the tap and steps into the tub as water begins to fill it. If he falls sleep after this bath, then well and good. If not, he'd head out and leave the girl to rest and come back a little before noon.

Thoughtfully he traces his finger along the curve of his eyebrow and into his hair. I never asked for her name. He muses and shrugs, reaching up to pick the bar of soap from it's place in the wall.