There are canopy beds, more than there are rooms, and there are blankets in a closet and he's welcome to take some. It doesn't get very cold here, never snows or anything, all the ice is imported; it sometimes gets extremely hot instead. There is a bathroom-like situation - an outhouse without plumbing, over a deep pit. It is up to Nelen whether he wants to scream about that.

He will make a sort of alarmed whining sound without opening his mouth. Is there at least a good way to wash up after visiting the pit.

Sure, there's a fountain in the yard that dispenses water that might be clean. Soap also exists on this planet, though not any of the fancy modern kinds.

...okay. He isn't even meso by general population standards, it's just, it's a hole in the ground?! But a fountain and soap will do the trick.

Chanai is a little concerned for him, actually. Is he going to be okay anywhere less upscale than this.

"- if they don't have holes in the ground presumably one can be dug? If they don't have soap and running water at all then, no, not really, I believe there are ways to cope with that but I don't actually know them."

"...I see."

"I've lived in a city where everywhere has running water and soap all my life. Sometimes something breaks, but usually then you can go to the neighbor's."

"Are you rich or just your planet?"

"Just the planet. I'm in the poorest percentile."

"Wow."

"Yeah. I never really thought about what I'd do if I traveled back in time to when Amentans were this poor, let alone if I appeared on a new planet somehow."

"Shame, that."

"Yeah. I think there are - popular nonfiction books about what you'd want to do if, hypothetically or in a daydream or something, you did time travel to the past. But I didn't read any."

"Also a shame. Think you'll be all right for now?"

"For now, yes."

"All right. Let someone know if you do end up needing anything else."

Nelen nods, and fidgets, and waits.