A Warm place, with a kind heart resting within. My words to him of departure from the past of lineage had some sway. The first time hospitality may be earnest, genuine, sincere. Is this the treatment, we as creatures of love and pain, should be extending? I know it is, I know this is the how one gives friendship, how one proves their own heart in only the simplest of ways. I know of why my master was seen in a dim light, no, a black void. He seems to know very little, safety awarded to him from those around him. It all feels so quaint though. Years of invisible burns on my body and mind can heal now, yet they recoil. He requested of me the most intimate of things, a union to which we can find sanctity. This I can not do, so early in my trials. The taste of fresh water still burns my mind and cools my throat.