Luth smiled and dipped her hand into one of the buckets, pulling out a soaked washcloth. She gently squeezed out the warm water over his hair, encouraging him to tilt his head back with her other hand under his chin.
“Just try to relax and clear your mind.” she said, in a soft voice as she dunked the cloth again and continued wetting his long hair.
He did so, tilting back his head slowly and with caution. it exposed his throat, and stretched the scar there a bit, and it made him somewhat uncomfortable, but he ignored it. He didn’t much care if Luth was going to slice him up or not.
Clearing his mind… what a joke. He scoffed quietly, face still blank, mind still oddly slow and thick feeling. He couldn’t clear it, when thoughts of what he’d done, how he’d acted, and why, kept swirling through. Thoughts of a corpse swaying in the wind, getting soaked by rain as it was suspended by a rope….