T - Kari, Jenn, Lucca, Greenie

[Greenie]

Elodie glanced back when the second 'child' started following them, and quirked an eyebrow at it. She was doing double duty, apparently. Well, she certainly knew how to stay clean, so she might as well share the (apparently only) skill she possessed. She was almost relieved when the bat followed them, but that kid just seemed off, so she'd have to attempt to be the adult of the bathroom. Shit.

She listened to Mirriam attempt to talk to one of them, but she kept her mouth shut until they were all in the bathroom.

"Alright. Each of you in a tub, stat," She said, pointing with a paw to the separated porcelain bathtubs. She turned to Mirriam and assessed her stability - enough to instruct a bath, hopefully. "Mirriam, can you handle her on your own?" Elodie wasn't entirely sure the creature was a her, but it was better than going with "it."

She turned to the giraffe who was, typically, sticking her nose into everything and making a childish mess, and raised an eyebrow, her expression bland. "And you, keep your long nose out of everything before I make you eat them. In the tub! Now!"

[Lucca]

So it forgave her. That was what she'd intended for it to do, indeed. She nodded, distantly knowing that she had to get all this done as soon as possible, before the spell wore off and all her emotions were back, clouding her thinking. Right now she could actually get things done. Then...she wasn't sure if she'd be able to. "It is all right. I shall think of an appropriate name for you," she assured the creature, her voice still honey sweet with Diamond charm.

When the Feline spoke, instructing her, Mirriam nodded. "Yes." The not-child was very cooperative, and this was really for the best. She turned to her sibling and tried to force a smile, which would have looked downright unnatural if not for the charm helping it along. "Please, get in the tub so we can clean you off. Or do you already know how to do it?" She tilted her head. She hadn't considered such a thing before this moment, but the not-child seemed to know a lot already...either way, she turned on the water, taking a brief moment to duck her own head and claws under the stream before plugging the tub to fill it. After all, how could she hope to help her sibling clean off if she was as dirty as it was?

[Kari Muffin]

The giraffe blinked. The funny smelling things didn't seem edible, so she should probably keep her nose out of things then. She looked over to the tub hesitating for a moment. It was a little bit intimidating in all of it's cleanliness.

She trotted over and carefully got into the tub, eying the facet.

When the water started she gave a little jump of surprise. She hadn't expected it to come out so fast, her eyes widening in a mixture of fear and curiosity. Everything was terribly new and she wasn't particularly sure how to handle it. She quietly tried to get some of the gore off of her fur. She was almost clean. The last bits just seemed to want to cling to her fur.

"Um... Pretty Cat Lady, what's your name? And did you know my Mommy?" She asked before managing to get soap in her mouth. Icky.

[Greenie]

Elodie tried to contain her snicker at the hooves in the tub, but her eyebrow quirked and her mouth twitched before she could stop either motion. Hooved mammals were ridiculous and possibly the least graceful species out there - at least in comparison to her flawless eloquence.

She turned the tap on and rolled her eyes when the young girl jumped, then threw in some soap and let the girl make some fruitless attempts at getting the gunk off of her. She threw in a scrubbie and pointed a paw at it. "Use that to get the crap out of your fur, and be grateful your fur is under three inches long." She raised an arm and wiggled it to show the long locks she had dangling off nearly every inch of her body.

Pretty Cat Lady? She stared at the giraffe, only slightly mollified by the insert of 'pretty.' "Elodie. My name is Elodie." She paused and blinked, tilting her head. "Do you have a name?"

Her mom? Crap. Lie or truth lie or truth lie or.... lie, what kind of question was she asking herself, anyways? "No, I didn't. We'll find someone to take care of you, don't worry," She said offhandedly, already worried that person might be her. From this point on she was a poverty stricken feline living in a one bedroom hovel with no money, no servants, and no extra bedrooms.

[Kari Muffin]

The girl eyed the little scrubbie for a moment before trying to use her front appendages to scrub the gunk out of her fur. Her tail flicked under the water as she looked at the cats long fur. She really was quite pretty.

Elodie. That was also pretty! "No... I don't have a name, Elodie is a nice name." she said drooping a bit. She blew at some of the bubbles as she dipped the scrubbie into the water. She was almost clean. She just couldn't quite get to the awkward spot at the top of her head.

"I would like one. Can you give me one? Or do I have to find someone else?" The little giraffe gave the Yarrow a pitiful look. So she hadn't know her Mommy. Had the two sparrows known him? They looked a lot like him. And they had those tuffs. Maybe she had heard the word brother being used? Would they take care of her?

She dipped her head under the water briefly finally getting the rest of the gore off. She shook her wet head a bit, trying not to splash. "I think I'm all clean."

[The Jenn]

Asking for a name seemed something like a favor. Didn't it? "Thank you," the 'child' murmured quietly, taking careful steps on the smoothly tiled washroom floor. How different. Tile resisted water. How did it know that? It just... did.

Its head turned to regard the tub curiously. It was supposed to get inside, as she said. There was water involved for washing. It knew that most people used soap to clean themselves more effectively. But as to the how... "I don't think that I know how," it admitted with a small frown. As per its sister's instructions, however, it stepped easily into the tub of warm water she prepared for it and marveled at the red swirls that appeared as soon as its paws hit the water. So that was all of the blood, then. Good riddance.

Watching the enthusiastic bubbles and splashing in the other tub, combined with Mirriam's instructions, gave it a reasonably good idea of what to do. And that was to cover itself in water, remove all of the red it could, and use soap somehow to accomplish that end. The soap bit seemed a great deal easier with help. Was there a soap more suited to it? Its mind seemed to insist that there was. Something with a handle. It searched for such a thing, but it did not know where to look.

[Greenie]

Elodie sniffed. "Thank you." She replied more quietly, offset by the second comment. Weren't children supposed to be bratty and rude? Maybe she was just thinking of her own childhood..

Her tail began twitching at the request. Give her a name? "Uhh. ......" She paused for a long moment, staring at the kid. "Yeah, no, I guess I can. Uhm. Well.." She stalled for a few minutes longer, her paws fidgeting back and forth as her mind raced. She was a giraffe. Raffie? Gire? Fiel? "Fifi? Gigi? Do either of those sound okay?" She asked, desperation in her voice. All things to do with children were not her strong suit.

Elodie swiped a towel and set it next to the tub, then backed up and gestured for the giraffe to get out. "Alright then, out you go. Don't get me wet, and don't fall on the tile."

[Kari Muffin]

The girl was far too curious and clueless to be bratty. She gave the Yarrow a bright and cheerful smile. Her terror was forgotten for the moment.

Oh! So she could name her! The girl eagerly waited for suggestions. Her head tilting to the side at the first one. Her ears flicked once, sending droplets sprinkling the floor. "Gigi. I think I like Gigi." She gave a small nod. That was a pretty name. Short. Quick. And she was pretty sure it was proper.

At the instructions she carefully tried to get out of the tub without slipping. Her footing was still shaky but she managed not to soak the cat or tumble face first on the tile. She eyed the towel. She understood the drying bit, since the birdy had helped her with it before.

She took the towel in her mouth carefully and and started to soak up the excess water. Yay for not having long fur indeed! She triumphantly put the towel back on the side of the tub. "Good?" she asked for confirmation from the Yarrow.

[Lucca]

"It doesn't take long to learn," Mirriam assured it, still piling on the charm. She attempted a smile that didn't reach her eyes. After all, she wasn't feeling happy right then, or proud, or nervous, or any other emotion. There was only cold, hard logic. So she carefully helped her sibling bathe, using soap and shampoo to help get its fur clean, and speaking when she thought an explanation was in order. She distantly heard Elodie give the Giraffe a name. Good, good. Everyone needed a name.

She looked back at the not-child in the tub, still nameless. It fell to Mirriam to name it, but she was unsure what to call it. Names were important, she knew, but not always very logical. And, moreover, it needed a name that was gender neutral, not specifically male or female. She assessed the Canine critically, looking at its now-clean fur. Highlands and Avington, like its mother. It needed a strong name, she thought, so it wouldn't be afraid. So no one would question its existence.

"I think you're about clean," she told it, still thinking, and held up a fluffy white towel for it to dry off with.

[The Jenn]

Mirriam was right - it really didn't take long to learn how to clean itself. And she was very kind about everything. It forgave her the pain from earlier in hopes that it wouldn't be subjected to such a thing again.

After the soaps and shampoos were applied, the filth came off of its fur in layers. Apparently birth was a messy process for parent, child, and surroundings. Its fur was still stained with faint hints of pink, but that was a far cry better than the sickening red of fresh life-blood. "I agree."

It carefully rubbed into the towel to begin to dry itself, grateful for the lack of sticky, drying blood on its fur. Cleanliness was a wonderful feeling. Once it was through, it sat on the floor and looked over - down - at its sister.

"That should not have happened," it more stated than asked. It just wanted... confirmation. It knew, but to hear from someone else that things should not have gone that way in a sane and ordered would be strangely reassuring.