"YOU are laughing at me!" Rohaan huffed, his tone petulant. "Don't you dare laugh at me or I will rub Wheel's stinky socks on your pillow!" It was a mark of both how far he had come since Berlin picked him up but also of the points Hana received in his mind for promising not to blow him up that he did not growl or threaten to bite. He wasn't ready to give her use of his second name just yet, but that promise had done a lot to improve his view of her. That and Berlin's seal of approval, of course. "This is NOT funny," he asserted, arms folded across his chest as if to make himself as small as possible in order to conserve heat. 

She offered to make the water warmer and this also won her some points in the book of Rohaan. Warm was nice. And considering how he was actively shivering he wasn't going to argue with that. He expected her to go down to the galley and fetch a few hot stones to put in the water--that's what his mother always did. But instead she dragged over a different barrel and started...chanting? He stood in the barrel, confused, but then he felt the water suddenly grow notably warmer. It wasn't an immediate switch to hot, but it was enough of a movement that he felt it change. Rohaan gave a soft yelp of surprise, a small "eep!" as he put his hands on the rim of the barrel, preparing to launch out of it at any moment. Instead he waited, feeling the water gradually get warmer and warmer. Actually it was kind of nice. He did think for a grim moment that if she wanted to, she could boil him alive like a crab, and though he assumed that her promise not to explode him meant that she didn't want to hurt him in general, it crossed his mind that maybe that assurance had been more specific to exploding, not boiling. 

"Okay okay! That's good," he said when the water began to gently steam. [I]"Ai'eda,"[/I] he said softly. Rohaan thought for a minute and then added, "It means um, thank you." No longer cold, Rohaan gleefully sank down so that only his nose was above water, and eventually put that under too and started to snort bubbles; Rohaan liked water and would swim often when it was warm and they docked somewhere. He had to squat to fit completely under the water, and that left him very little space, so he decided to turn into a deep red octopus and swirl silkily around the barrel. He even reached two squashy tentacles out at her hand, wiggling them at her like a tiny version of the ship-sinking monsters depicted in paintings and spoken of in legend. 

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"...You didn't see it's mouth..." Uban muttered, grabbing an apple and taking it up with him. He tied back his wavy light-brown hair and slid out of his shirt, which he hung loosely over a cleat. It was his nice shirt, after all, and he didn't want to rip it sparring. He immediately shivered as the breeze attacked his exposed skin, though he knew he'd welcome that breeze once they got going. When Wheel joined him with the practice blades, Uban took his, hefted its weight a bit, then dropped into a loose, springy stance and swung.