Once Zinzie was scrubbed free of dirt, he let himself relax. He sat against the wall of the pool, arms rested on the edge. He looked very pleased. Zinzie only a cracked his eyes open to smile and nod at Aerrea and Kayetan as they walked by. He didn't have much interest in venture planing. He was more willing to go with whatever they planned than to leave the hot water and follow them.

However, he [i]did[/i] have to leave eventually. When Zinzie got out, he got his towel and wrapped it around himself. He grabbed his shabby pair of pants as he headed to find somewhere to wash them. It didn't take him long to find one of the young maids that worked there. He asked her about a clothes washing room, to which she blushed slightly and led him off to. Zinzie, unaware that his naked and towel wrapped state may make other people uncomfortable, followed her as he was.

The maid was kind enough to offer to wash the pants for him. Zinzie smiled and let her do so. He sat back down to rest again and watch. When she finished and set the pants out to dry, the maid happened to turn and notice one of his wounds. 
"That looks pretty bad. Do you want me to bandage it for you?" Zinzie glanced down at it, then back at her.
"If you don't mind. I have several more." 

The maid led him to another room where he could sit down while she fetched bandages and alcohol. Zinzie was very disappointed to find that the alcohol was for his wounds, not him. He tried not to squirm and make a fuss as the maid cleaned and wrapped his wounds, although it was pretty hard. The alcohol stung like a thousand ants. When she was done, Zinzie asked if he could borrow the scissors she had used to cut the bandages; he wanted to cut his hair. The maid smiled and offered to do it for him, so he let her. When she finished, Zinzie stood and thanked her for her kindness. He gave a kiss on both cheeks, a sign of appreciation among his people. This made the maid turn a bright shade of red.

"I don't have anything to pay you with," He said. "But thank you for helping me." She only giggled and dismissed his concern for her payment. The young maid flitted off to find her friends, perhaps to gossip and giggle some more. Zinzie didn't know. He re-adjusted his towel and went to join the other two in the seawater room. With his hair cut, skin clean, and wounds bandaged, he was starting to look like his old self. All he needed was to fill in his bony form some more and he'd be good as new.