"Cold, wet, heavy, pressing down, seeping into my bones- Yes, I help here. They know what I am. A spirit. Some people don't like it, but no one tries to hurt me. A lot of people don't remember me, don't notice me." He was drawn forward despite himself, moth to a flame. "There are hot springs. I can show you. Find you dry clothes. Where-"

He didn't finish asking. "Hot springs. This way. Take off the metal, I'll dry and oil it."