The Swede shuffles after him, still holding very tightly onto Mr. Thomas' hand. He shyly takes a towel, probably the nicest thing he ever touched. "Oh... it is soft..." Though it's just a tent, it has so many nice things! And it is all so clean and nice, at least to the life he is used to. He knows he has to get clean before he's allowed to touch anything. He has to be brave.

"I loff it... you have so many different things." The Swede has no idea how to use anything but basic soap, they never had shampoo, conditioner, body wash, anything. He needs a little bit of patience because he is such a slow learner but- but Thomas knows everything there is to know about the simple-minded pirate by now.

He is so grateful for everything he tears up a little again. It'll happen a lot, he doesn't know how to handle getting helped, being treated kindly. It is almost as though Thomas doesn't know he isn't worth anything. His bottom lip wobbles. "W... why aren't you helping someone else? I am just the Swede? You can help... somebody else..." He is still unsure if he deserves all this help, though he was terrified to be alone or to return to his crewmates after what'd happened, after they almost ate him.