"I am made of clay. Perhaps I should visit a pottery instead."

They raise the glass as well and carefully drink its content. It tastes weird and Enkidu frowns. Still, they swallow slowly, somewhat reluctantly as well.

"What is it that I need to feel I..." Oh. Wait. "I see."

In a way it feels as if things are evening out. As if there's some balance they were seeking but couldn't really find. So this is a bond? Should it feel this way? This is...okay. A little.