Alaxander listened to her and closed his eyes. The wounds still stinging from getting the dirt coming out of it due to the soap. It hurt worse now that they were clean than when they risked infection because they weren't. "I prefer to make my own choice as well." He said softly. "Something I've not been allowed to make is my own choices. Now that I can...I'll fight tooth and nail to not lose that ever again." He said softly. "Had...some fun?" He echoed as he next comment caught up to him. He turned to see her walk out of the room. "It happens. I feel for the ones who broke." He said softly. He took the leaves from her. "That sounds like fun Kate...learning about my race with a person who seems like they could be my friend." He said with a smile. Eating the leaves and swallowed them. They were a lot better than the crap he was used to getting when they actually felt like feeding him.<br/><br/>"You do seem a bit demanding." He said with a light laugh. "I've never heard of healers before." He said. "I'm guessing they help people get better." He took the cider and began drinking it. It was warmer than anything he had ever had to drink. "Thank you." He said softly. He drank down the mug within a few minutes. His thirst finally quenched for the first time in a very long time. He smiled at that fact. "Thank you...I no longer feel thirsty at all." He relaxed into the water though the wounds still faintly stung. He gave the mug back and let her put it wherever she was putting it. He chuckled in amusement. "Takes a strong will to be free...I like the sound of that." He said softly.<br/><br/>He bent over and closed his eyes. Feeling her rinse the suds out of his hair. He spit out lightly the bit of soap that managed to get into his mouth. Scrunching up his face as it tasted awful. He would take the soft cloth once his hair was all rinsed out. Wiping his eyes free of the suds before dropping the cloth onto the floor. Turning and looked at her. "I'm getting out now." He said. Climbing out of the bath water and over to the cot. Picking up the towels from the small chair. Wrapping one around him and hissed when it rubbed the open wounds. Damn those things really hurt now that they were clean. It was like he could actually distinguish what was pain and what was just soreness. He dried himself off and kept the towel around his waist. Not wishing to make her feel uncomfortable. His hair dripping water down his face. He waited for her to put the cream on.