Umbra nodded, entering the room with a solemn, silent expression...as he had said, he hadn't had a room for himself in quite a while. Not just some shut-out closet space, but an actual room that felt like a room. The entire place did a good job in that...he smiled softly. He had to give his thanks to the man.
But his next question confused him. He flopped down on the bed, staring up to the ceiling. "I can't really "feel" about them, because I am of them." He laughed a bit at that. "You can't help but feel sorry for our race...they're given the ultimate earthly pleasure as a necessity for living..." He paused, thinking about it.
"That's not something to really complain about, but..."
