He smiled softly, there, at least, was something he could fix.  He then reached out to touch one of the walls.. pressing his palm against it, until it melted into the wall about a half inch.. then a stall opened, a sort of water closet, with something like a toilet.. and a soft scent of flowers in the air around it.  "You do your buisness in here, then clean up, and the waste is transported magicially, when you leave, to become fertilizer.. with the air being freshened after."<br/><br/>The rest of what she said, made him much happier, at least, she wasn't completely unhappy to be his, in fact, perhaps he might be able to fix some of the rest of her concern also.  "With some work, dear heart, I might be able to conjure up a vision of your former place of origin, but I doubt it will be easy.."<br/><br/>