Sheik watches Duo wash his arm, then nods. It does feel good. He stretches out his wings and flutters them a little, sending a fine spray everywhere. It's rather nice, actually, having Duo care for him like this. He wonders why he always immediately objected to it before. Could it possibly be his pride? His precious pride that by now, has been crushed and bruised so many times, he's not sure if it really exists anymore. Perhaps it's just the level of trust he's placed in Duo. He really doesn't know for sure.

And all these thoughts are really too much for his poor muddled head to be trying to think about. He sinks lower into the bath, deciding to simply enjoy the water before it gets cold.