Max had followed through with everything, not putting up a fight with her. He had to listen to her, how else would he get his clothes back? The bath had gone through rather easily, even though he hated it from the bottom of his heart. But he was rather glad that it was over as well. When he saw his clothes back, he was rather reluctant to put them on. These clothes were what made him who he was. It was what he felt most comfortable in. Though, when she was doctoring his wounds, he tended to not like either, sometimes it burned or hurt, and he had to fight himself from reacting too much to it. It was just something he wasn't use to.