Tobias set her on the counter as he filled the tub with fresh air from above. The tub was none like a human's bathing tub for it was like a large box, similar to a sauna or a closet if you will. The air would temporarily dry her wounds to really let the salt soak into her skin and heal the wounds.

Tobias used his limited power to form water droplets around their heads to allow them to breath and to allow the body to realize it was time to clean, not time to form legs.

As they went into the box, Tobias took a rag to her skin and gently scrubbed away the grime. Tris hissed as her wounds began to sting, and he told her to relax. He was afraid they would be severely infected if they didn't get cleaned because they were so dirty.

When she was clean and not a spot of dirt was left on her skin, tail or hair, they left the warm box.

He put her in one of his shirts, one because she was cold and two, he loved his scent all over her. The shirt made her shrink more and covered her tail butt.

"I bet you're hungry, little one. Let's get you some food," he told her, picking her up when he saw how overwhelmed she was getting.

She nuzzled his neck, thanking him every quiet moment or so, and kissing him where her lips rest, making him shiver. She affected him in many different ways possible.

Her took her to the dining hall where he and his mother were earlier, and set her in the seat, only for her to jump back on him.

She was afraid, he concluded sadly. Of what he didn't know. He wished he knew, but he just wanted her ease, not her pressured panic.

He grinned down at her, kissing her head and walked into the kitchen where the servants stared at him with curiosity. "Would you mind getting her something to eat, please?" He asked politely to which they all responded cheerily and enthusiastically. Tris couldn't help but feel at peace with everything, for everyone seemed so nice and sweet.