The admonition has the desired effect: Hythlodaeus colours a little, wrapping his arms around himself. He is not exactly shy about his body, but the idea of being stared at for it is... strange, to say the least, and he's grateful for the cover his familiar's wings provide - not to mention the warmth they give.

He watches Hades carry out the little ritual curiously - what a strange thing it is to watch his friend be reduced to using such basic, crude approximations of their concepts and creation magicks. In a way, it is amusing; in another, sad. The arrival of the towel is more than welcome, though, and Hythlodaeus takes it gratefully, wrapping it around his shoulders.

"Ah, my thanks... Although I wonder if I should be thanking you for finding a solution to a situation you quite literally pushed me into," he says with a chuckle, gathering his hair to wring the water out of it as well. "May I suggest we head back, if only for the time being? My teeth are starting to chatter."