Owned?
Sera smiled at his childlike innocence, blinking at him for a moment and putting a hand back on him, smoothing it up and down his back when he whined. Was he, perhaps, part dog? Swallowing carefully, she listened to him talk, watching him make a bubble when her hands were on her lap.
Instead of popping it, she simply closed her eyes and waited.
A quiet snapping sound and she opened her eyes, only to instantly close them from soap. "Aaah," the backs of her hands went to her eyes and she stood up quickly, bent over, head down, tears filling her eyes from the stinging, "Yes, we're friends," She whined out, making hissing and pained noises from the burning. "Ooooh, I got soap in my eyes," Sera cried, then she pulled her hands away, those were soapy too. Her arm went to her face and she gave Maako a weary red eyed look before she tucked her face into the crook of her arm to try to wipe the soap away. "Oh, that was a bad idea, don't put soap in your eyes!" She demanded, just in case he wanted to try.
He seemed curious.