Crozier holds a quick debate within himself - awkwardly step inside the tub, knowing there’d be a struggle to get back out, or sit on the seat and make an enormous mess for Raju to clean. There’s a clear winner.

“Convenience,” he says again, motioning towards the tub. “You’ll have to help haul me out, but it’ll feel better on my sides.”

Only a slight lie, it would probably feel better to sit with his back against the side of the tub than have to hold himself upright.

He takes his hand back to grip the sink and steady himself, physically and mentally. He needs the help now, Raju needs to strip him down because he can’t do it fully on his own. He glances towards him and then back towards the tub, hemming and hawing for a few seconds more before he’s attempting to pull the tunic up over his head.

“I need a change of clothes,” he sighs, waiting with the tunic tucked up under his chin for Raju to assist, signaling him with a brief glance. If he keeps talking through it maybe it won’t be quite so awkward for them both. “The fit might work for some of the things you brought from the other cabin.”