Taking advantage of what little quiet time he had, he washed himself off clean in the river. After teleporting soap to his hand from his bag, he did the job properly. By the time he was done, he could already smell the fish frying and so climbed out of the river, still dripping wet. He retrieved his pants from the river bank and used them as a sort of cover for his private areas as he made his way back into the tent, where he grabbed a towel out of his supplies.
“That smells very good,” He admitted from inside the tent as he vigorously rubbed himself dry enough so he could put some clothing back on. “I thought you would be more content to eat it raw though.”