Rey mutters, and Elleru notices her hesitation. Despite being unaware she can be understood, she continues to talk as though justifying her discomfort. Again, Elleru cannot help but wonder: do all uprights chatter to lesser beasts like this? Or is she doing so because she is more comfortable speaking to that which she thinks might not speak back? Is she alone by circumstance, or by choice?

Such a strange upright, one she cannot help but feel is a lonely soul -- one she may be able to help, even if she is hiding her intelligent nature. Elleru chirps quietly to her, tugging on the edge of her tank before heading into one of the private rooms, determined to show her companion how bathing is done.

Limping her way to the water's edge, Elleru dips her head toward the surface of the bath, taking in the steam. It looks safe enough, and truly enticing. How it will feel against her wounds, however, is another story.