"Could be worse." He keeps his tone light on that as they finally make it into the bathhouse. And it's as traditional as one could get with well-worn wooden slat flooring, the stool and 'bowl' for bathing and a wood tub for soaking. On a low shelf laid all the supplies Kinn could scrounge up, medical supplies included. The interior of the house is warm and humid, steadily on its way to becoming hot and humid. He didn't know where Vegas' spare clothing was and like hell was he going to rummage through the man's room so some extra robes would have to do.

"Here we are," Kinn announced, keeping a firm hand on Vegas in the process. "Spa day awaits. Including all the fun of bandage changing."