Pecca returned to the bathroom with two towels, each with it's fair share of holes, and a few wash cloths. She smiled, seeing XI enjoying himself. "Is the water okay?" She asked him. Now that his face was clearer, she saw he looked more childish now that most of the blood and dirt was gone. Though he was the size of a grown man, his face was still slightly rounded, his eyes were young.<br/><br/>She smiled. Set the towels on the counter and took one of the wash cloths. She moved to sit next to the tub. Pecca dipped the cloth in the water, removed it, then twisted most of the water out. She then folded it once and began to lightly scrub at XI's back. She looked at his claw arm, she wondered what purpose had, what the WhiteCoats had imagined it to be. That is if the Whitecoats actually had any form of demented imagination.