Eliot went quiet at Sam's words, knowing they were the truth of what this man had gone through and how much easier Eliot had in comparison. And the delivery of the message, not making a point of it but merely telling him, as part of conversation, drove it home all the more. It wasn't surprising to either of them that after a few minutes, the water rippled with Eliot stepping into the tub. Washing off the gunk was too good an opportunity to pass for even the fighter to protest, especially without the sort of restrictions Sam was saying he experienced.

"You're a better man than the Devil," Eliot answered when he sank into the hot water beside Sam. The tub was large enough for both of them to stretch out comfortably, and Eliot sighed out audibly in relief when the hot water soaked into him. Given how Sam was relaxed beside him, Eliot took the chance that he wouldn't be rushed out of the tub and could afford a few minutes of the hot water before he scrubbed himself raw.

"And nah, I'd worry 'bout you even with one broken limb," Eliot smirked slightly with his eyes closed. It was the most relaxed he'd been in weeks.