Once he'd helped her assuage her thirst, Dalindme barked out a quick sucession of those mind twisting words and four balls of guttering green flames burst into existence casting a flickering light about the area. Their glow allowed Melinda to see the three pools in the room, the cold one nearest her, one in the middle of the room that was ringed with green tiles and a far pool that had steam rising from it. Given her grimy, battered and bruised state it looked particularly inviting.<br/><br/>When Melinda thanked Dalindme, he looked at her incomprehensively. Perhaps it was the words, or the idea of gratitude itself that was foreign to it. Her next statement confused him more, and the perplexed look on its vulpine face was almost comical. It waved its clawed fingers through the air as if trying to pluck the right words from thin air. "I can," he says haltingly then continues, "feel," more fumbling both for words and concepts before he finishes the thought with, "needs." Then he sighs, aping what he'd seen Melinda do earlier, figuring out that it's a way to signal frustration. His lips draw back of their own accord, revealing to her his dagger-like teeth but in a way that betrayed no anger or threat, some native expression of his emotional state.<br/><br/>Then his dark eyes brighten as a thought occured to him. "Learning," he explained then added, "I am. Can help now." When he says 'now' he waves a  fearsomely clawed hand over her, lingering over the cut across her chest. He left the cool pool water streaming and steaming off him as he goes to her scoops her up in his burly arms again so he can carry her to the hottest of the pools. He steps into it slowly, letting her feel the steam from it rising up and over her back before lowering her into the water like she was something delicate and precious and treasured.