Sleeping Dragon Garnet

Goliath, now noticing the strong, pungent smell of Thuringwethil all over the watcher, lowered his guard for the time being. Listening to her talk simply confused him, did she mean the current of water that drenched him? He never thought that water could burn, and thus simply blurted "Goliath get hot fur." he attempted to look at the part where he felt pain, but was prevented from the rolls of fat that covered his neck. "Is hurt?" he asked, wondering if that's what she meant on her second question. "..mehbie"