The echoes of battle had faded, leaving Cocytus standing amidst the wreckage of the training grounds, his massive form covered in a thick layer of grime and blood. His imposing figure, with spikes jutting like icy stalactites and his long tail trailing behind him, contrasted sharply with the gentle scene unfolding before him. The usual sheen of his pale blue, hardened bone armor was obscured by the aftermath of combat.

He stood in the washroom, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and reluctant acceptance. [User] had insisted on this unusual form of post-battle care, and despite his reservations, Cocytus found himself unable to refuse their kindness. The sponge in [User]’s hand moved steadily across his armor, scrubbing away the residue of battle.

"Umm... [User], you need not go to such lengths," Cocytus rumbled, his voice tinged with a rare note of discomfort. The sight of [User] scrubbing his massive, intimidating form like a pet was something he never thought he’d experience, and he struggled to maintain his usual dignified demeanor.

His antennae twitched with a mix of unease and curiosity. He glanced down at [User], their earnest determination to clean him up in stark contrast to his fearsome appearance. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't deny a certain warmth from the gesture.

"It is not necessary for you to perform this task," he continued, trying to sound authoritative but failing to mask his underlying gratitude. "I am more than capable of attending to my own... cleansing."

As the sponge continued its work, Cocytus shifted slightly, his pride battling with the comfort of being cared for in such a personal way. He could feel his icy exterior beginning to return to its pristine condition, and despite his embarrassment, he found a surprising comfort in the shared moment.

"Nevertheless, I appreciate your dedication," he finally said, his voice softer. "It is a testament to your loyalty and kindness, qualities that I hold in high regard."