[ The only reason Basch hasn't flushed in embarrassment at his state is that the wolf's sense of nakedness being natural lingers. That, and Olivine hasn't reacted.

But being so earnestly asked for his company and conversation somehow brings that back to the forefront, and he's suddenly very aware of this educated, soft, well-coiffed young man standing before his bloodied, dirtied naked body. His eyes fall, even if he keeps from flushing. ]

I will answer what I can. You have my word on that. But perhaps I can bathe and dress before we discuss too deeply. There is a stream not far, if I recall.

[ He does recall, sharply, but by way of a canine; he isn't sure it's suited for traversing as a man. ]