He lays down a towel as he leans over the edge of the tub, and for a guy who wouldn't want to see her bloodless form, he's quick to rest his hands on her shoulders, squeezes them gently.

"You can take as long as you want, though... My hair can wait."

Unlike hers, there's not nearly so much blood stuck in it. Or on his shoulders and chest... After that quick touch, he pans some water over her skin with his hands. His eyes, even unconsciously, look for a scar line where she was beheaded... But more than that, touching her like this is really relaxing even while it tugs at his chest to see the water dyed pink and feel her skin so cold to the touch.