It seemed that the male was just as confused about the concept of running water... Another odd thing that Amell couldn't easily explain away. Could he just be from another country? Minus the fact that the other wasn't human, something that Amell had decided to just accept, for now, everything else would line up fairly well with that, right? The odd clothes, the sword, the different language and now this... But if that was the case then how did he wind up here exactly?<br/><br/>He supposed it would have to wait, like everything else, and so once the bath was drawn he left the other alone, though he kept the door open just a crack in case the other needed anything. He returned to the bedroom and stripped the bed, little bits of blood, and some of the ointment straining the sheets, but that was far easier to deal with than their clothes had been.<br/><br/>He tossed them into the laundry room and remade the bed before going to check on the clothes in the dryer. He pulling out the man's robes and looked them over, frowning a bit as some lingering stains remained, and they seemed torn as well... He shook his head and lay them out over the back of the couch as he switched over the laundry and then went to try to find his normal sewing kit, a tiny little thing that he kept for when he needed to replace a button or something.<br/><br/>Amell had always been the type to be handy, though much of that probably stemmed from his lack of sleep. If he was awake he had to be busy, and so he had picked up many skills even if he would never say he was perfect with any of them. He looked over the tears again once he had found what he was looking for and figured that he could at least mend them enough that they would be wearable, but he didn't think they could ever look perfect again... Well, at worst he could always cut the thread back out if the man hated how they looked, so he sat down and set to work and allowed the other to relax in the bath.