Master Reis seemed frantic, commanding Ezra to get out of the water immediately. The Asha naturally complied, but he found it strange to see his master so obviously distressed. "I can hold my breath for forty-five minutes, Master," he said, blinking slowly at Reis as if this was information the man should have already known. "I suppose it is possibly for a Tuloan Asha to drown, but I have never heard of such a thing." Ezra began shaking out his hair, squeezing the water from his damp curls and watching as the droplets fell onto the floor.<br/><br/>Ezra looked up when Ita came rushing through the entrance, and he smiled politely in the woman's direction. He watched curiously as her face turned a rosy shade of pink and she turned away, mumbling quietly to herself. "Your servant is very pretty," Ezra commented when she had disappeared, "But her cheeks turn the color of a<i>surala</i>fruit whenever she looks at me. I worry she might be ill. Perhaps you should have a healer check on her, Master."<br/><br/>When Reis approached with the robe, Ezra stared at it with a perplexed look on his face. He reached out and touched the fabric with his fingers, finding it pleasant to the touch, something that he hadn't experienced with the other bits of clothing the keepers had forced him into. The Asha slowly turned around and stuck each arm into the corresponding hole, pulling the robe around himself. It was very soft, and Ezra did enjoy that aspect of it, but he still would have preferred to walk around unhindered. He didn't feel cold, at least not at the moment, and he somewhat doubted his master's words that a chill would take hold of him just from swimming. He was never cold after swimming in the oceans of Tuloa, and Ezra's very basic comprehension of weather patterns had only put the causes of Belmir's strange gray skies into his head, not the effects.<br/><br/>Reis proceeded to lead Ezra up a flight of stairs and to a hallway that stretched on quite far. Reis pointed and informed Ezra where his bedroom was, then opened a different door and took Ezra into<i>that </i>room instead. It was nicely furnished, with a beautiful wooden bed with hand carved foot- and headboards, and soft sheets covering the firm, but most like comfortable mattress. The size of the room was slightly bigger than that of a typical Tuloa home, where many Asha would cuddle up together to rest on hand-woven mats stuffed with large leaves and grasses. "It is . . . nice, Master," Ezra said slowly, taking a few steps into the room and looking around warily. The higher up in the house he went, the farther away he was from the earth and the more sensory deprivation he felt. Separating an Asha from the earth was to leave the creature functioning with depreciating sight, perhaps not physically, but internally. There was a quiet up here that Ezra found quite unsettling, wholly unfamiliar. Perhaps, with time, he could adjust to such a silence, as long as he got to stay within close distance of his master.<br/><br/>Although Ezra was somewhat scared of the room, the food sitting atop the chest smelled quite enticing. He stepped forward and carefully took hold of the plate lifting it up to his face and sniffing it. He gingerly picked up a piece of sauteed yamaa root and put it into his mouth, chewing slowly. After a few moments of indecision, Ezra seemed to come to a conclusion. He turned back and smiled at Reis, his teeth sparkling. "Mister Yhet make very good yamaa, I think. Sometimes people forget to cook it long enough, and it stays tough, but this is soft and feels nice on the tongue. I should tell Mister Yhet thank you, yes?" Ezra ate another piece of yamaa and walked back to Reis with the plate still in hand.<br/><br/>"Are we going to your room now, Master?" he asked, his eyes wide and bright as he looked adoringly at Reis' smooth face. "Is your bed soft? Can you fit many people into it?"