Verin lets go of Essek so that his brother can move without compromising his balance. He thinks little of it until he hears the heavy, wet slap of fabric hitting the tile floor. He looks then, seeing his brother in just his smalls crossing the bathroom to retrieve a robe for himself. One that is far shorter than... anything Verin can recall seeing Essek in.

He can't help but think Essek chose that particular one on purpose.

He lets go of a heavy breath and sinks down into the water up to his shoulders, lingering there for a little while longer before he makes himself get out. Verin is finishing drying himself by the time Essek returns, carrying a familiar robe. He knows he didn't take it with him on purpose the last time he was here, thinking that it would feel like a promise to return. Or, at the very least, a symbol of his comfort in his brother's home.

Unbidden, Verin's gaze flicks to Essek's bare legs as he moves closer, but only for a moment. It's clear what Essek wants as he holds the robe out and Verin doesn't resist the help. The fabric is soft, fine against his skin and so completely incongruous with everything that has happened to him in the past day. It feels like none of this should be real. He doesn't know why he feels so conflicted that it is.

"Thank you," he says quietly.