Alathorn let her help him sit up, waiting for a moment once she had helped him sit up to let the lightheaded feeling subside. Once he had regained his balance he smiled at her to assure her that he was alright. "I would like some tea after the bath," he said. Once he felt confident he could stand without falling he slowly moved up onto his feet and stood, holding her a little for support so that the wooziness subsided. Then, making sure to keep off his bad leg, he hopped toward the washroom.<br/><br/>At the question of whether he'd had privacy or had been tended he chuckled. "I had neither," he said. "I was kept in a cage almost all the time and no one ever cared for me. The only thing I got from anyone was food and drink every once in a while. The only time I was ever washed was when it rained, since I was kept outside. There was enough time to wash the dirt and blood from my skin before my cage was covered, though I think I was the only one in the cages that ever thought of that..."