Ride this high

The slave woman walked him to the sleeping chamber like he was some old man, but he let her do it because she was so shiny. So colorful. Once he sat down on the squishy furs, the woman spoke to him. He held his eyes wide so that he could try to see her clearly, but he was having trouble seeing out of his right eye. The brute blinked a few times, then remembered that he couldn't see out of his right eye. Not the way that other people could see, anyway. It brought a sudden giggle from the man before he realized what he was doing and coughed to brush it off. Must appear manly.

When the woman returned with water, Chimera looked down at the wiggling liquid. He watched the ripples until they subsided, then lowered his mouth to the dish. Underestimating the depth of the bowl, Chimera submerged his entire nose and sputtered, blowing bubbles and sending water all over the sleeping furs. "The water's broken," he said aloud, still coughing a bit. He hadn't managed to get any water down his throat.

"Did you know that I used to see dead wolves?" His brow furrowed for a moment as he thought hard. "Used to. Still do. Not as much." He hadn't seen a Silent One in a long while. Perhaps they finally realized that he was ignoring them. Or maybe he just wasn't as open to that sort of thing as he used to be. Either way, he looked to the grey fae, a serious expression on his face. "Do you have dead people? People you know that are dead?"

"Speech"