Deizano: *has been napping, at least until Shrekreh speaks. He perks up and chatters at her before stretching* Thirsty? *shakes himself off, shedding a layer of loose down onto the ground around him. He then bounds off in search of a water skin or similar. He soon finds one in one of the other chambers in the underground base, stealing it from their quarters, not taking a second thought about posession. He carries it back out with him and lays it down near her, chattering again* Fix.