For mactunes, who wanted Edmund, Caspian, bath.
On the Island of the Duffers
"It is unfortunate that there is no bath, only a basin," said Caspian.
Edmund had not heard him enter, but he had expected Caspian to come to his room, and so kept washing himself, unsurprised. "I'm sure we can make do."
"Yes." Caspian ran his hand along Edmund's back. "Give me that sponge."
He took his time, going over every inch of Edmund's skin until there was no trace left anywhere of salt or dirt or sweat, even washing Edmund's hair, combing through the water-darkened locks with his fingers.
It did not take long, afterward, before Edmund was sweaty again.