The memory of all that had happened hurt, he couldn't remember much other than people sneaking in and beating him senseless at times. It was all painful, but he was glad to be far away now. No one would hurt him, Kate wouldn't allow itâ€¦ right? She said she wouldn't, and he sure hoped so. He had no one to trust, and no one who cared. Being enslavedÂ he grew up roughed around and it became life, all of that he hated. He hated it all so much and now that he had a new master (or was it friend?) he was glad to be away.Â<br/><br/>Rhyas just laid on the ledge of the tub shivering and whimpering, his arm still around her as she was now close to him. When the heat felt on his back he nuzzled her in thanks, soon a soft purr came as he was feeling better. Rhyas was soon purring consistently as he heard he could be in cat form, "That sounds good... But I would like... If possible to dress in something before I do..." he stopped at the kiss and mewed. What had that been for he wondered. Though at her words he lifted his head and sighed as his tail moved and the tip snaked from the water, it touched her nose and he smiled or winced. Looking away he sniffled and used his tail to brush his wet hair behind him, "Thanks for... Making me better."