It's okay, I'll get you something to make you feel cooler.

[Wash cloths... washcloths... there are no washcloths that she can see.

Xion rips the pocket panel off the chest of her pyjamas and folds it up into a square so she can go and dip it into some cool water from the tap. She's back in a moment and wipes his brow with her makeshift washcloth.]

Is that better?