Gale waits quietly, trusting Argilla’s eyes to spot it if they’re close enough, and his patience is rewarded. He gives her a nod, and sets off, following at her side easily. He hopes it will be deep enough for a partial submersion, because that will allow a more thorough washing. Still, however deep, they’ll make due, and Gale starts fingering through his scrolls, for the pattern of indentations that indicates cleaning supplies and spare clothing.