The day of their first meeting, that sort of comment would have barely registered; some time ago, he might have questioned it, having learned that Sorey didn't punish or scold him for asking. Now? He just nods and accepts it as truth, so long as Sorey never proves otherwise. Knowing what he knows thus far, it's almost guaranteed.

He dips his hands in and out of the water, cupping it, then pressing it against his face and neck beneath the mask. He missed this. He doesn't know why, but he did. He must have done this before.

Shaking his head, he speaks up again, tentatively. "Do you... need any help?"

It's weird to ask - to even consider - since he's not really equipped to help with this sort of thing. Malakhim are built for combat and artes, not menial tasks or cleanup duty. But Sorey's always letting him do things he ought not to, or speak freely when he should keep silent.