Despite an attempt at an explanation, Master still didn't seem to quite understand what Ezra was attempting to convey. The keepers had always told Ezra he was exceptionally skilled in speaking Belmiran, so why couldn't Master Reis comprehend it the way Ezra thought it? “You are not an interruption, Reis,” Ezra whined, tossing and turning beneath the blankets. “My words do not mean that. What Mister Andras did was not wrong, but perhaps the reason why he did it is. Touching is not bad, I don't think, not if it feels nice. I want to be touched. But not by Mister Andras.”<br/><br/>Ezra's words didn't seem to matter much. Reis tucked everything away and the conversation was quietly ended when Master decided to stay put on the couch instead of come close to the huffy Asha. Ezra lay there for a long while, long enough for the candles to die and the fireplace to burn itself out, glowing coals providing the only bit of light left in the whole bedroom. The room was silent save for the gentle breathing of his master, a small signal reminding him that Reis was still there and had not abandoned him yet.<br/><br/>After a few hours of restlessness, Ezra rolled out from the bed, pulling along a large collection of blankets with him and moving across the room. The blankets dragged behind him like thick, fluffy trains. Reis was sleeping soundly when he got close, and the Asha did his best to remain silent so as to not disturb him. One blanket was spread out on the floor directly next to the couch. Ezra settled on top of this, pulling the rest of the covers over himself to combat the chilled air now that the fire had extinguished itself.<br/><br/>Though they were not touching, Ezra felt comfort at his Master's close proximity. The sound of his breathing right above him was soothing, and if Ezra focused he imagined he could hear his master's heart beat, slow and steady in his pale chest, though Ezra had yet to see what he guessed to be lovely skin beneath his master's expensive clothing.<br/><br/>For the first time since arriving at Savatier Reis Tordoj's estate, Ezra felt relaxed. Lying near his master, the young Asha drifted off into a dreamless sleep, deep and satisfying, not awaking until long after the sun had crested the horizon golden light peaked through the gaps in Reis' bedroom curtains. The pet stretched out his limbs beneath the blankets, carefully creeping out so as not to disturb his master.<br/><br/>In this moment of quiet, Ezra took a moment to think about what he should do. What would Master Reis enjoy? Breakfast would be nice, but Ezra didn't know how to cook anything in a proper kitchen, and he didn't believe Mister Yhet would enjoy him poking around. Morning tea? Without breakfast to accompany it, perhaps not. A bath? Master liked baths, and getting cleaned up before starting the day certainly<i>sounded</i>like something Master would like.<br/><br/>The Asha crept into the adjoined bathroom, taking in all of the elegant-looking fixtures. The bathtub was large and clearly made for relaxation, with a smooth marble surface and a small overhang with a meticulously organized collection of soaps, salts and other things Ezra didn't have words for. He leaned over the tub, checking to see if the plug was in place before turning the knobs to the faucet and watching as water gushed from the opening. It took some tinkering before the water was a temperature Ezra found pleasant, though whether Reis would like it he couldn't say.<br/><br/>As the bathtub filled, Ezra smelled the various glass jars and bottled filled with various substances. Not knowing what many of the items did, Ezra was bold in adding something to the bath, gasping when bubbles started to blossom from the water and fill the air with a familiar scent. Floral, perhaps? Something earthy? It was difficult to say. The bubbles erupted, creeping up to the edges of the tub much more quickly than Ezra had anticipated. He reached over the tub once more to turn the knobs to shut off the rush of water before the whole thing overflowed, covering his naked torso in fragrant bubbles in the process.<br/><br/>“<i>Palo!” </i>Ezra hissed, wiping at his abdomen.