Alaxander followed her down the main street. Once out of the traders row he stood up straight. Standing tall and back to the way he normally would when he wasn't changed down. They never liked that about him...that he would break. He shrugged a bit and looked at her. "I try." He said with a laugh. Walking over to the cot. He looked at her. "I can undress." He said. He took the cloak off and began peeling his pants. Revealing nothing but a well endowed private area beneath. His underwear having been lost some time ago. He then pulled the torn shirt from his form. It ripping into pieces as he returned to sitting on the cot again. He winced as the cold air touched healing whip wounds and injured ones. He looked at her. "I don't know anything about salves or healing things." He said. Looking really confused. Nodding his head to show he understood her. "You are awfully kind to someone you just bought from a pets den." He said. "You gonna tell me why now?" He shook his head. "No. They were too afraid I'd kick their butts or manage to actually escape." he said honestly. "Can I get in the water. Everything stings and needs cleaning before we put any of that funny stuff you were talking on things."