Wrenn very rudely gulped at the mead that had been brought, a rather loud announcement that he was enjoying its contents. He was, naturally, pre-occupied with Yumi and her bunny's movements. The cleaning of her back in particular. Such strange movements; typically when one washes a back it is done so in an up and down motion. Side-to-side? Were they all really that dirty? It wasn't until Yumi extracted herself from the bath that the aasimar choked on the honeyed brew, mead spewing back into the cup from his mouth and nostrils as he stared in disbelief!<br/><br/>'I-I've been traveling with one of...<em>those</em>all this time?' came the thought as his senses struggled to readjust.