The water was frigid, but she was able to get clean.
He was polite and did not look, leaving his outer garment on the riverbank within her reach for when she was finished. She gratefully wrapped herself in the thick warmth of the kimono, her own clothes useless tatters and now covered in filth.
As she approached where he waited, she noticed the ends of his hair and boots were damp.
Good. Hopefully they could forget that particular incident.
Kagome approached, concern lancing through when he turned to face her.
That he needed sleep was painfully evident on his face.