[ Sturmhond looks up at those words about Athos. That’s interesting. He smiles slightly, curious. He hasn’t often seen her and Athos together, though he knew they were at least familiar. ]

You like him.

[ And is concerned about him. It’s nice to see; Athos could do worse than Tess. By all accounts, he already has.

Those thoughts are interrupted when the solution spills, and he leans forward in alarm. Something he hadn’t thought of until now – what if the juice in those plants is corrosive? It’s the kind of thing that wouldn’t have been a problem if he were doing this at home, because he’d be using chemicals that he knew. That is not the case here. When he sees it starting to spill, he leans quickly forward, about to stop Tess.

Too late, of course. Unhappy, he reaches for the kettle of clean water, and lifts it up. ]

At least with that we know the colour took. Just out of interest, it’s not doing anything too despicable to your hand, is it?