Jasaiah knew it was going to be difficult. Perhaps impossible, but he was determined not to run, not to give up on Drake. The other was broken, damaged. He demeaned himself at every turn, and had little regard for himself. He knew the submission had been short-lived, but it was still a step forward in his eyes. He couldn't recall Drake ever having submitted so completely, however long or short it had been, before. His breathing had slowed, though he hadn't quite fallen asleep. More gone into a meditative state. He was relaxed, happy, content. Perhaps for the first time since he met Drake as a human.<br/><br/>Shifting back more, he let Drake move to wherever so he could wash his hair and the rest of himself. He'd forgotten how dominating another made him feel so relaxed and centered. Once his hair had been rinsed of shampoo he sat back up and smiled reassuringly at him. "Knowing one's heritage, no matter what it may be, is very crucial to one's identity." And Drake definitely was having an identity crisis, considering, well, his split personalities. Jasaiah had already bathed Drake, and now he tended to his own tails, giving them a good scrubbing, more of one than when he'd been at home. "Do you know of any leads?" Though he had a feeling the easiest way was to figure out pieces from those personalities and write them down in a journal, to chart a map to the answers he sought.