Winter nodded a little, then nervously fluttered off to look around the kitchen. He poked around in cupboards and the like, but was soon distracted by the sink. It took some work, but he managed to turn the tap on low, and happily splashed around in the water, peeling off his old ratty clothes and washing himself.

For the past few years he'd only bathes in cups and bowls while Aspid supervised. It was freeing to be under the spray of fresh water without anyone telling him how to wash or scold him for doing it too fast or too slow.

His wings glittered under the water, and when he was done he let them flutter until they were dry before taking off again to find something fresh to wear.

"Will you eat with me fae Willy? May we dine together?" he asked.