"This one thinks it might be rude to talk as if Shanja is not..." Tzirret was interrupted in his words by the sloshing of water caused by Shanja taking the initiative to approach them both himself.

Tzirret swallowed and tried not to look fearful of Shanja's imposing form. "Well, Peiter may find out now?" Tzirret cleared his throat, "Shanja, is your beast form larger than you are?"

Sabine's face twitched in pain as each mat and knot was released from her hair, but she had expected as much. Despite this, La'khay's hands were actually surprisingly relaxing upon her head. It a cathartic and purifying, similar to having itches scratched.

Most of the time, Sabine kept her eyes closed so the soap didn't sting them, but she occasionally glanced at Ciinriel or up at La'khay's face. Sabine took a focussed looked at La'khay's fur as she spoke and asked a question in response to her. "Do you have to use soap and oils for everywhere on your body? I have never seen Ahnasha do that much while bathing."