She found him sitting on one of the wooden benches. He was hunched over, elbows resting on his thighs. He was removing the protections from his forearms, but with all the parsimony in the world. His blond hair seemed to have been partially dried, looking tousled and dishevelled, and the young woman had no trouble spotting a towel at his side. His robe was dripping on the tiled floor, soaking it. It was also muddy in some areas.