Not the same as a bath- but it helped him feel slightly less gross, a little more settled in his skin. Between that and the water, a swig or two of the elfroot potion- he wasn't better entirely but he was decidedly less miserable. Something in having a human serve that wasn't healer or Alistair struck a chord- how Michel slipped into it so easily, how he seemed to calm in being able to offer this...

An idea popped up and he was not one to ignore it. "I have not combed my hair since this morning- it feels a mess."