[No, it wouldn't have. Not the way she sees it. His body, dissipated by the collapse, his shard shattered by the mountain of rubble... Things could have been so much worse, and she'd feel so absolutely horrible about not being able to help because she was so lost in her own wallowing over her sister's shard.
Rin sets aside the sponge so her hands can scoop a bit of the bathwater to rinse him with. She repeats this a few times before reaching to turn off the faucet finally. She peels away from him, reluctant to leave the solid and physical proof of his continued life, and reaches for the shampoo.]
Wet your hair and close your eyes. I'll take care of that too.
[This isn't just for him, after all. Being able to provide some semblance of help soothes her. It relieves some of her doubt and smooths the rough edges of her perceived helplessness. That her existence isn't just some detriment despite the fact that she feels she hasn't done enough for her faction.]
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Rin sets aside the sponge so her hands can scoop a bit of the bathwater to rinse him with. She repeats this a few times before reaching to turn off the faucet finally. She peels away from him, reluctant to leave the solid and physical proof of his continued life, and reaches for the shampoo.]
Wet your hair and close your eyes. I'll take care of that too.
[This isn't just for him, after all. Being able to provide some semblance of help soothes her. It relieves some of her doubt and smooths the rough edges of her perceived helplessness. That her existence isn't just some detriment despite the fact that she feels she hasn't done enough for her faction.]