Scrambling out was another round of scheduled embarrassment and pain. Eventually, Yu found himself back in front of the basin and finally, finally pulled the stone slab away from the pipe to let new water in.
It went straight into the basin, and straight out through the drain.
Yu had forgotten to close it.
He did so now, which meant letting go of the pipe mechanism on the wall and pushing the block on the floor back into place. Then he opened the pipe again and just stood there, holding the slider and watching the fresh water rise.
Another flow of fresh thoughts came with it. Again, or still, they circled the human.
If she did not die but recovered, or at least woke up for a while, Yu could talk to her. he could try to figure out more. It might be best if the borman and the krynn settled into their rooms and went to sleep, while the human remained in the sick bay. There, she could be questioned without them present and pressing in on her.
Provided she was intelligent enough.
It could be a simple way to find out where she came from, whether she was legally sold or stolen, and whether she was with them willingly, or not. Well — if she had a will of her own. If she had any grasp of what was happening around her. There was no way to estimate her intellectual capacity, or her understanding of the world, or her general ability to process language, without knowing how she had been raised, trained and conditioned.
His thoughts swirled as insistently as the water in the basin. It was nearly full. This time, Yu did not let go of the slider for even a second, and pushed it back into place well before the water could crest the rim. He then carried on with the remaining menial tasks: chasing the water from the floor; drying the underside of the door and the threshold between the bathroom and the corridor; wiping the toilet, the sink, and the mirror; and then doing all the other million pieces of nearly done that together added up to a truly obscene bunch of actually still a shitload to do.
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