Alistair hums under his breath as he washes his laundry -- though once he realizes he's humming a Warden marching cadence, he trails off, rueful. He slings the damp (and considerably less smelly, thank the Maker) clothes over one of the benches. The clothes he's wearing join them in short order.

...Oh, that hot water feels nice.

Alistair sinks in up to his neck and closes his eyes.