Aza obediently shuffled round until his back was facing his partner, his tail giving a very lazy flick before it dipped its length into the bathwater. It was going to be a bitch to dry the fur out, since his winter coat was still grown in - his body hadn't gotten the memo that Ishgard was no longer going to be a frequent destination - but even Aza had a limit when it came to his own hygiene. His fur had been getting so disgustingly matted and dirty that even if Aymeric hadn't suggested the bath, Aza would have had one under his own power anyway.

"Estinien has the right idea of it. I mean, after three days of no washing, any water'll do, soap or no soap," Aza said, just to be contrary, and crossed his legs into a more comfortable sitting position as he pulled his braid over his shoulder, out of the way. The fresh scar in his lower back twinged a fraction, and he gingerly kept his back straight so he didn't aggravate it by slouching too much, "Besides, least we use water. Back home we use dirt to clean. Just toss it on, rub it in, and you're done."