[Tristeza]

Selen took his turn to try and run his fingers through Tobias' tangled mess, without much more success. He did so gently, without pulling or tugging, as if he was trying to find an uninterrupted path. "That'd be a shame." The Blessed commented, his tone a bit wistful. The momentary melancholy was quickly pushed away though. "Maybe it can be salvaged though! I could use a bit of a scrubbing too, to be honest." He admitted, feeling a bit too slimy for a reputable lord of the house. He was already going to ruffle a bunch of feathers later, might as well do so looking presentable.

He rolled over the bed to spring to his feet, pointing to a door over to the side. "It's right there. Can you stand?" Selen asked, offering a supportive hand.