He nods. "I- I'll be fine. You don't- have to worry?"

"I'm sure you will. But there's no point in struggling when you don't have to."

Brom nods in agreement.

"Oh." Pause as he thinks that over. "Okay. Thank you."

Deka reaches back over to pet him, very gently. "Ready to go? Back to - our room, or -?"

He shuffles a little closer to her, and nods, pauses. "You, and Phantasm and Figment were going to..." He makes a gesture with his paw, trying to get across 'go and see the person about drawings'.

"Yeah, but no rush." Pet pet. "Hungry?"

One thinks about that, and then nods slightly. "Could eat?" he admits.

"All right." She scoops him up, gently, shifting a bit to support his new weight, and heads back to the other room, griffons following. There's a pile of food next to the fireplace - mostly bamboo, as Brom said he should be eating - and Tag is laying by the bed gnawing on a bone. Deka sets One down just inside the door and goes to pet the dog, while Figment and Phantasm head over to examine the food.

One pauses, stretching out, and then pads over to the pile of food next to the fireplace, a little uncertain on his feet as he gets used to the changes. He circles the pile when he reaches it, still a little uncertain of it being for him.

Other than the bamboo, the pile is mostly fruit and vegetables, with just a few other things - a basket of small multicolored cakes, a little sack of dried crickets, a small bundle of browner stalks that smell especially delicious to One. Phantasm has perched on the bamboo and is going through the pile, while Figment checks out the cake basket; soon, Phantasm rolls a purple fruit down to One, though his aim is a bit off and it'll most likely go rolling past him.

One shifts to intercept it...and does end up tripping over it, but he giggles to himself as he wraps around the fruit to bite at it.

The plum is sweet and juicy, and soon One's chin is a bit soaked. Phantasm joins him with a splotchy, lumpy tomato, and Figment drags a stalk of bamboo over before joining them with one of the cakes.

"Think about - what you like, so we can... find it later," Deka points out.

One nods, even if he's rather distracted by the plum, and licking the juices from his chin and claws, before moving on to the bamboo Figment brought over.

He'll work his way through a variety of the things before he's full, sometimes remembering to make a note of the things he particularly likes, sometimes just not able to decide whether he likes something or not.

Figment and Phantasm eat, too; they finish first, but encourage him to keep going until he's full.

"Wash up, before -?"

    "Wuk. Yeah. Lake?"

        "Yeah."

One quirks his head curiously. "Lake?"

"Like a big-big-big puddle, to wash in. Or catch fish."

One considers that, tilting his head the other way, then darts a glance to Deka, and back to Figment. "I can come too?"

"Of course."

One looks eagerly to Phantasm and Figment.

Phantasm gives him a companionable nuzzle, and the two of them head for the door; Deka stops to pick him up before following.

The lake isn't an especially big one, but even a small lake is more water than he'll have ever seen in one place before. Deka lets Tag go off to chase the ducks around the edge of it while she walks the banks, looking for some suitable shallows for One's first experience with it.

One snuggles contently in her arms, and watches the lake with wide, curious eyes.

There are elves bathing in it, half-hidden by reeds, and a group of elf children in a more open space on one side playing some kind of ballgame with lots of splashing, and in the middle of the pond, a mixed flock of ducks and geese, paddling around and occasionally tipping upside down to catch fish or nibble at underwater plants.

Deka passes on a few of the reed-hidden bathing spots, but finds one to her liking in short enough order. "You know anything about swimming?"

He's a little intimidated by the splashing from the children, but he seems mostly relaxed.

He shakes his head in response to the question. "I- no?"

"Okay." She settles onto a rock on the shore. "So water is a little bit dangerous - only a little, but some. If you try to breathe it, it doesn't work, and it's heavy - hard to move in it, and moving water will push you around. Here is very safe - still water, not too deep, probably nice temperature - it's easy to get too cold in cold water."

He nods his understanding as she speaks.