He nodded, and looked away again before he stood. "Good. I'm...going to go wash and see about cleaning my clothed up, too. I'll be right back."
He walked down the hill toward the stream, trying to shake the red out of his face as he went. After a moment, he found himself at the same stones and shrubs he had been at, and stripped out of his clothes. He tossed all but his boots into the water.
He stepped into the stream, and immediately the purple bands of his eyes flared to life. With the appearance of the light, the water stilled, ceasing it's flow. When he was waist deep in those frigid waters, he lifted his hands and two columns of water shot into the air, spreading into the air and dropping down on him in a shower, a torrential downpour akin to a rainstorm.