"Ahh, that's right... though I should think it's been long enough since then that he can stop treating you like a young child now," Irhya says with a small thread of disdain not meant for Hythlodaeus himself. Though she imagines Azem must have been the middle ground between the two of them, Irhya can't help but be a little offended on her friend's part, since she herself would resent being treated like that.

She catches a glimpse or ten of him peeling his clothes off as she does hers. It isn't so much the scars themselves that bother her and compel her to look, but the fact that they're his -- it must be a horrific thing to have to live with every time he looks at himself. Her heart aches a bit.

"Sure, I'll guide you." Height differences be damned, she slips her hands into his and gently leads him in, drags him lightly through the water to sit on the nearest ledge beneath the surface, then floats back over to sit across from him.

"...Feel any better?"