Tzirret turned his head suddenly to Jo'rashaad. "Oh!" Tzirret raised his brow, then glanced to Peiter and Shanja each, "He guesses..." He had almost forgotten that Jo'rashaad was in the water with them.

Shanja had written his next question by then, so Tzirret turned to read it. "Do we like Pelletine?" he repeated. He stared at the words and took a deep, forlorn breath. "Pelletine is..." Tzirret rubbed his upper arm timidly and tried to keep other thoughts out of his mind. He instead went to the obvious, "...hot and humid. The jungle is loud and thick. And, Senchal was full of skooma drinkers." Tzirret's eyes twitched from the words to Shanja and back with nervousness. He swiftly added to his answer, "Er-...but, the clan is nice? And this one got to kill a minotaur, that was...new."

Eager to get attention off himself, Tzirret looked to Peiter, "What is it that Peiter thinks of Pelletine?"

"Of course you can have some," Sabine nodded to Ciinriel, "It is not too much trouble at all. I will also write a recipe so you can show an alchemist once your hair grows more."

La'khay's comments made Sabine pause in washing herself and face her with an excited grin. "Do you think so?" Sabine asked. She gave a small laugh, "He makes a face when he is that bewildered. It will be funny to see." Sabine closed her mouth and resumed her cleaning, but kept speaking. "I think being a priestess of Dibella would suit you. You are very kind, La'khay, with all you have done. Thank you."

After a moment or two longer of scrubbing, Sabine gave La'khay a smile and a curious squint. She asked a question that might have seemed strange, but she did not carry any ill-intent in her tone, "Why are we good as mates in your eyes?"