"The chair is as hard as it was made."

Cole stroked his fingertips over the chair he was on, restless and slowly settling again. He hadn't had a chance to bathe. Or eat. He didn't need to do either usually, but the heat and the weeks of staying with animals hadn't done any favours for him.

"I... can bathe. Hold shape. It's warm here, so warm, so much caring, you made it better, you said you would and you did." He looked up through his hair, blinking. "I'm making you less comfortable. I'll have a bath."