Tzirret's reaction was similar to Peiter's. He was about to call out an apology to Shanja, but stopped when he observed him writing. Tzirret swam up alongside Peiter to read the words. "It is the same size?" He glanced at Shanja to confirm, and then looked to Peiter. "That makes sense, Tzirret would guess."

Now that Tzirret was not restricted to yes or no questions, he tried asking something more elaborate. "Were you born a lycan, or turned?"

Before looking at her reflection, Sabine held some of her hair in front of her eyes with her fingers. It had a strange texture with the oil, but having it so straight and precise, not to mention so shiny, was a new experience. She gained a small grin, fascinated. Without words, she strode out to where La'khay had pointed in the water and leaned to look at her reflection. The waves and colour of the water did distort the image reflected back at Sabine, but she could discern the shape well enough, and it sent a tingle over her skull. She almost didn't recognise herself at first. Her hair was no longer a wild shrub reaching out in all directions, but was flattened and lined up, framing her face in a new and charming way. Her grin widened.

Sabine straightened and looked back. "La'khay, this is beautiful!" She strode back over to La'khay and gave her a quick, tight hug. As for the other suggestions, Sabine was not entirely sure. She knelt down in the water again, but did not give consent at first. "I am almost afraid to put my hair in the water again, though. And...trim my body hairs?" Sabine seemed confused, "If it will help, then I will do it, but...I did not know that would make someone prettier."