His hand wraps around Raju’s and he takes the initial step on his own, moving slowly and with the slightest of winces as he lifts himself up and over the side. They were right to keep the bandages on, his ribs would have protested at being shifted around as he rose and then lowered himself into the tub.

Crozier slips his hand back out from Raju’s and braces the side of the tub as he sits, catching his breath with the smallest of smirks. “As though I haven’t bathed with ice water before,” he snorts. “We’d have to break the ice on the top of our washbasins every morning. I won’t complain either way.”