Iason watch as the kitty just walks away, not even bothering to wash up afterwards. She really was a filthy kitten. The cleric walks over to a drain and casts his water spell again. He washed the sweat and other fluid off before going back to actually relaxing in the bath for a bit. He sat and wondered about the cat. He didn't even get her name. It probably didn't even matter. Not like he would even see her again, right?