He sighed a bit as he sunk into the bath, closing his eyes before she started scrubbing him, which naturally made his tail wag furiously. "Well, a slightly garbled memory from the first frenzy in Repulse is when I had my head stuck inside some guy's chest cavity, ripping out his organs, so probably then." He turned green under his fur at the thought. "Ick."<br/><br/>Chris shrugged. "We got some good info. Although that bit about my parents sort of worried me. Did they mean my foster parents in the commune in Caledonia, or..." He shook his head. "No. Not going there. My parents are dead."<br/><br/>Chris nodded. "Obviously it's impossible. When I was a kid, a Panzer mage did a read on me and said the spell was so interwoven into my DNA that if he tried to remove it they'd be scraping me off the walls for months." He shuddered slightly. "As long as you make sure it's safe."<br/><br/>He all but drifted off when he was being dried off, yawning sleepily when the jets shut off. "Alright...if you just get me to a bed that won't break, I'll be fine."