[The hot spring-like bath is admittedly a very nice spot to have woken up. Warm and steaming, Sherwood thinks maybe he should have simply sat in silence and enjoyed it while before making a fuss.

A young man enters holding a knife and while Sherwood's large, grey eyes round he does not sounds the least bit panicked. He returns to sitting in the water, having not spotted where any towels were in the low light of the onsen.

In a dignified tone, he answers after clearing his throat,]

Young sir, I don't wish to inconvenience you, [Sherwood's hands remain dipped beneath the water, the older man relaxing back again, not wanting to make a threatening presence of himself. That would make for terrible manners, even for a trespasser like himself!]

But my eyesight is quite poor. Have you any robes I could borrow-? Or gloves to wear? So I might comply to your wishes, of course.