"Thanks!" Zola got out of the tub and rubbed herself with the towel, putting on the clean clothes. She rubbed her hair with the towel and left the room.
"It's your responsibility --" Diminuendo got cut off.
"My spren, Diminuendo. Sorry." Crescendo blushed.
"Whooshi, she wasn't there. I assume she got here this morning or last night."