M’wanii could hear the human laughing at her. He spoke quickly, claiming he would get her bag on his own, as she stood up before disappearing out the door with ease she only found in the water. Still annoyed at him, she understood his logic. She hadn’t even been able to make it through the city gates, Roderick was faster by himself. It also got rid of the brute.
Silria gently touched her should apologising on the hunters behalf. Her smile and aura seemed to ebb the tension away from the Charoda.
“Sorry, I don’t believe I caught your name.”
“M’wanii. I’m named M’wanii.”
“Ah, M’wanii then. I understand that your people breath through their skin and need to keep it wet. We have many pools here that you can use to swim in. If you want.”
The Charoda seemed to light up at the mention of water and smiling wider at this sight, the konti aided M’wanii to one of the less used private pools of the bath house. Taking the charoda’s clothes as she slipped into the water and disappeared, swimming off under the surface of the water, Silria returned to the room with the table. The shawl was almost as filthy as the clothes the poor girl had been wearing, no shoes either she noted. A tunic, trousers, a shawl and a bag; she was travelling light. The healer didn’t want to think about what would have happened if someone other than Roderick had the found the girl. True, the hunter had nearly killed her but from sound of it he had reacted out of fright rather than viciousness.
Shaking her head, the healer dumped the clothes in for laundry then returned to the room with the table cleaning it up for its next guest. Around about then Roderick returned; he was back earlier than one would expect but from the looks of it he had ran the entire way. Now holding a sodden bag, if it could be called that and bundle of dry clothes. He dropped them on the table before turning to her.
"Where'd that thing go?"
"Her name is M'wanii, Roderick. She's swimming - her people breath through their skin; if it becomes dry they begin to choke. I see you found her bag - and some clothes, too."
"I figured she'd need them. A walking, talking fish might scare some people."
"She's an amphibian, not a fish."
"Don't start..."
Giving the hunter a long look, Silria walked towards the door.
“Please pick up her belongings and follow me. You and her need to have a good chat.”
M’wanii swam around the pool, it was warm, and although hunger nibbled at the fringes of her mind, the water gave her stability. Whooshing under the surface of the pool came naturally as seeing, turning this way and that, springing elegantly off the walls and bottom of the pool. It all calmed her nerves allowing sure joy to spread over her mind.
A hand appeared in her small underwater world, signalling her to surface. Rising out the water she was meet with the face of Silria. Holding a towel in hand she gave it to the Charoda quickly telling M’wanii to make herself decent. Wrapping the now soaked towel around her body. The healer motioned Roderick in. The sight of the hunter caused the Amphibian to sink by a few finger lengths deeper into the water. He held a bundle of cloth in his hands along with her bag, which her eyes immediately focused on. Head still above the water she looked between the healer and the hunter.
“Radwick, give me me bag. Now.”
A moment or two passed before her brain kicked a reluctant “Please.” out her teeth. Holding the towel with one hand she held out the other for her possession.
