Xitco watched the two leave, and he leaned against the wall. He let his head tilt back and he sighed heavily. He eyed the kitsune..not trusting with one ounce of his body. Every fiber of him was geared towards reflecting the foxes emotion towards him. Hell, if Trystan wanted to become friends, he'd be more than open to the idea. The feline couldn't get the taste out of the back of his throat; it was mostly the perfume of vomit, the taste so promintate. He swallowed with a grimace..and cleared his throat. Even if he was feline he wanted to make sure everyone knew he didn't...well...clean himself. The dark feeling neglected his vision and made the cat man growl in pain. He lifted a paw to his eyes and after he uncovered them he looked around carefully. What had Ido given him anyway? He was smart not to bring out the bright orange bottle, for it would most definitely brig up an unwanted convorsation.<br/><br/>His ees felt as if he had gotten soap into them, stinging fiercely on his iris's. He started to link over dramatically and thought about taking the pills. Turning his back on the fox..he read the bottles inscription. 'Aqua Sodium.' he read, what the hell did Xitco need sodium for? And it was prescribed too! Not in his name, but in the name of Doeheman. He put it back into his pocket a bit confused, and figured it would be best if he maybe pressed some snow to his eyes to settles the swelling.<br/><br/>He crawled outside and bit back the urge to cough, the cold wind whipping at his fur. He scooped a handful of snow and forced it onto his temple. He wonders what the girls were talking about; whether it was him or the fox..or even of escape. The cat felt better after sitting around outside for a few healthy minutes.. The air in the basement had already turned musty and thick from the heat of food, Trystans tails, and the natural sents of Xitcos pelt. He felt his lips turn up with a sly smile when he realized why Ido had given him Aqua Sodium. In the heat it would turn into water. It was a rare type of medication for people who got overly dehydrated and it served as a equivalent to a rescue inhaler. He gripped the bottle; holding it tightly to his chest. Damn it Ido had always looked out for him.<br/><br/>And whoever this Doeheman was..probably was either pissed about missing pills or dead. A shudder ripped down his spine at that thought. Xitco decided it was a good thing to keep watch over the girls while they bathed. He sat at the door of the apartment they were in, his gun drawn in plain daylight. It wash like him to leave it in the open for everyone to spot. He was very secretive about having his weapons. Never trusting anyone with them. He'd salvedged them from his master before getting whipped. With that, bread, and jam; even a book. He'd received an even number of lashes, but Xitco wouldn't be able to tell oh how many because he had blacked out by a hundred.