“Yes. That’s why I just bathed.” Another flick of his tail as he clothes himself, though by this point it’s dry enough that his attempt to splash Felih again fails. It doesn’t bother him too much, and he flops himself onto the bed. The one, singular bed, that he has decided is absolutely his now.

P’rihnn gives an exaggerated stretch and yawn, and flops back.

“Not the faintest where to start, but maybe there’s someone who can point us in the right direction... maybe they have strongholds or something, and we can just take them out?” He sounds very doubtful on that, however, and then groans. “I’m hoping we don’t have to talk to the Exarch again. One conversation was enough.”