Stone nods and gets to his feet, a little wobbly, and pads for the bathroom, knocking at the door. He calls through softly. "Monkling? Hey, open the door, huh? It's okay. Really it is." He hesitates, then realizes she probably heard him anyway. "I told her, and she's fine. Doesn't smell anything but like she did before. I.... come on, Monkling. You know<em>I</em>don't care about that stuff. You... you're just Monkling to me. Same as ever." He leans his forehead against the door, wishing he knew what to say to take away years of teasing and abuse.