Ten's a little optimistic. I think we should be aiming for at least twenty apiece to start with.

[ It certainly sounds like he's joking, but: is he really? There's enough wounds and worse on them that bathing probably isn't going to be that pleasant at first, but he's willing to suffer it. That feels like an attainable goal, something tangible to reach towards besides just the waterskin he takes while giving Sylvain a Look right back. He still takes a couple drinks all the same, mostly to clear his throat of anything else, before handing it back to the ladies in exchange for the jerky already being handed his way. ]

You probably don't want to share with us considering I don't want to share with anyone. You're all gonna have to race me into the hot springs.

[ Another grin, since - that's an empty threat given he's not in condition to be racing anywhere what with being carried by Sylvain telling on him from leagues away among everything else about their appearances. He'll wait for the ladies to lead the way back towards the portal and then falls into step. A little stiffly, both from not walking for a bit in the cold and injuries he's trying to ignore. ]

Then again, you could just leave both us in there and we could send you off to a well earned spa excursion.