Ezra was wiping away the frothy bubbles from his stomach when Reis came in, dropping a blanket from around his shoulders and shutting the bathroom door behind him. Ezra grinned, somewhat abashed, but he nodded fervently in response to his master's question. “We do not have water that comes from the floor and walls in Tuloa. There are wells, or springs, or we simply bathe in the ocean. But I have read of this in books. There are metal tubes that carry your water from a different place into your home. This is very impressive. I have not seen a bath such as this, but I moved the metal pieces and they sprang to life.” Ezra was pointing and gesturing where appropriate, though it failed to cross his mind that Reis was most likely quite aware how plumbing worked and didn't need it explained to him by an excitable Asha.<br/><br/>“Was I cold?” Ezra asked, not understanding the implication Reis was setting forth. “Yes, Reis, your room is cool, but I had many blankets to wrap around me. The bed was soft, and I felt warm and toasted like beneath the afternoon sun but it was far away from you. I tossed and turned and could not sleep until I was by your side. The floor was harder, harder than the sands on Tuloa. This is where Asha usually sleep. The sands absorb the warmth from the sun during the day, and we huddle close if there is a chill.”<br/><br/>A knock on the door. Ita's voice on the other side, making breakfast arrangements. Ezra furrowed his brow slightly at Reis' response. Did he not wish to clean up first before descending downstairs to eat?<br/><br/>The Asha sighed contentedly as Reis' hand caressed his shoulder, even if it was only for the purpose of examination. Ezra leaned slightly over the edge of the tub, his fingers cutting through the surface of the water leaving ripples in their wake. “You do not like the nice smelling soaps for the bath?” Ezra asked, disappointed. “I thought they smelled nice. Like you. I imagined you may use them regularly. Or perhaps not. Are they for decoration? I did not mean to mistake them.” Ezra wrung his damp hands together, obviously uncaring about the potential scar on his back.<br/><br/>“You... you wish for me to bathe with you, Reis?” Ezra didn't understand why this was necessary, but he also was far from against the idea. It would make cleaning Reis easier, if Master was interested in such a thing. The young creature did not wait for an answer before stepping into the tub, lowering his body into the warm, steamy water. Master was right. The soaps did cause the wound on his back to sting, but Ezra made little outward note of this.<br/><br/>“Is this good, Reis? I can sit here, and you can sit here.” Ezra pointed with one hand while snatching up a neatly folded wash cloth with another, dunking it into the water. “I am very gentle. You will smell nice for when we go downstairs for breakfast.”