There's nothing overtly ritualistic to it, given that such a practice simply isn't a part of his culture, but Sweeney is dutiful.

He starts the wiping low on her belly, where they'd spent a fair bit of time rubbing against each other. Then over the top of her thighs, working down to the knee of each leg in turn. Easy part done, he turns his attention to the stickier business.

The strokes off the cloth are small and gentle as he works his way up the insides of her thighs. Sweeney only makes it to the upper swell of her them before he stops. He curls over to rinse the towel and refresh it, the position living her leg pinned firmly as he does so.