After watching the two of them settle together on the bed and smiling down at them, Jacob stands and goes to a table that holds a pitcher of water and several cloths. Annalise hadn't noticed any of it when they had first brought her into the room this evening. She has no doubt that Jacob had it placed there for the evening's festivities, perhaps one of the things he had been getting ready when he had been bustling around earlier.
He dips the top cloth in the water and swipes it over himself, first cleaning his hands of the oil he'd used to prepare Brenton, then running a clean side of the same cloth over the rest of his skin, presumably to collect the sweat and cool himself off. Once he's finished with himself, he returns to the bed with a separate cloth each for both Brenton and Annalise
