While Tseng returns the cup to the kitchen and starts running the bath, Rufus pulls himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. He's not going to try walking without help right away while he's still recovering from the blood loss, he's sure that Tseng will be back to help him to the bath.

And as soon as he does return, Rufus reaches out to take his hand. His legs feel slightly week but he manages to stay on his feet as he leans against Tseng. Over the last two years, he had developed a dislike of being carried since it made him feel helpless. "Thank you, Tseng," he murmured as he sinks into the water of the bath once Tseng helps him in. The water turns red as he starts to wash off the now dried blood. He could finally see the lotus on his chest more clearly, pleased with how it turned out.