Zinzie slowly stood to follow them. He held onto the table as he pulled himself up, his leg wobbling underneath him. He felt as though his body weighed a thousand pounds. The strength it took to pick his legs up and move was immense. Still, he was having a bit of a stubborn streak; he had to show them that he would be just fine. He took another step, still holding onto the table. Zinzie clung to it until it ran out, and he was forced to grab something else. 

He went for Kayetan's shoulder. A bony hand held onto the thick coat the man was wearing. He wandered just how far this bathhouse was. Perhaps he would rather just stay dirty.