Dalindme stared at her as Melinda's face took on a frustrated and introspective cast. He seemed to be trying to understand the things she didn't say but clearly was failing miserably. The dolcet tones of her voice and her approving nod registered and brought something of a smile to his bestial face as Melinda lay her head on his chest. He nodded once then swept her up in his arms so he could carry her from this first chamber out into the hall.<br/><br/>The hall was wide but ours ceiling was so low it forced Dalindme to hunch over so as not to scrape the top of his head on it as he carried her. Like the room she woke in, the hall seemed ancient yet it had aged well. In places, through the dust and grime, hints of color could be seen even in the darkness that covered most off the hall. Apparently the lack of any source of lighting didn't affect Dalindme ads he moved with sure steps never faltering or stumbling even in the darkest parts of their journey.<br/><br/>After a little bit where Dalindme's clawed feet clicked against the stones, he brought her to a steamy chamber where the sound of falling water can be heard. He took her to a nearby pool that was cool and clear, and laid her down gently at its edge. Her then stepped into the pool, cupped his hands and offered her water as Stan roost of the wet parts of his body. "Drink," he growled in a not unfriendly way. He watched her and when appropriate refilled his palms and offered her another drink, and another until she had her fill.