You pick a spot somewhat removed from the others and sit down by the water to remove first your prosthetic and then your clothing, before quickly hopping in the water. You feel self-conscious about your lack of clothing, but you don't really have a choice if you wish to clean yourself. You also feel comfortable not carrying your weaponry, but that at least you can migrate by keeping your sword within arms reach of the water.
As you clean the dirt, grime and odour of fish from yourself, you take the opportunity to see how well your most recent injuries have been healing. Aside from the obvious loss of your arm, that fight earned you plenty of cuts and burns, primarily on your arms and legs, including a particularly painful stab-wound to your right thigh. The older scars are more faded and every one of them brings out a memory. In particular, a patch of rough skin on your upper right arm makes you shudder as you remember the monster that bled on you.
Lost in your memories, you do not put much thought into the discussions around you, aside from a quick glance when Topaz burst in.
