Tiaret's ear flicked and she blinked, taking in the soft, subtle rustlings of clothing, the splash of water. Atalier may have been careful and cautious, but Tiaret lived her whole life using her ears as her eyes, sound as her sight, and could easily recognize patterns. All her kind had keen hearing, and it wasn't that hers was better than other lion-kind--it was just that she relied on it more, and didn't have vision to distract her. She didn't need eyes to know he had stripped and was now in the water; the soft sounds of moving water, different from the sounds of the spring itself, told her as much. That, and his voice was now coming from that direction, and lower than previously.
She cocked her head curiously. Well, there was no reason why he couldn't.
"Essyrn," she said, repeating the word slowly. She stretched out her legs and then dipped her feet in the water, her tail flicking along the surface. That was about as deep as she would willingly go; she bathed out of necessity, but wasn't particularly keen on water. "The human-place. You're quite a long way from home, aren't you? Don't you miss your people?"