"Here," Aylia says gently tugging the wash cloth out of his hand. Maybe a little more mothering would help him relax. She soaps the wash rag and starts at his neck and shoulders. She hums a little tune as she soaps him up and then washes him off using her hands and the cloth. When done with his back side she tells him to turn around so she can get his front. Since the water is getting cold and scummy she drains it a little and adds fresh hot water to the bath.