Asterion had gotten used to not understanding anything that came out of Erato's mouth. She spoke in verse, but he didn't know verse, so he let it slip away as he focused on taking care of her. "Most of the bubbles are out of your hair now," he said, since at least he had understood the word bubble was in there.
He had thrown himself into taking care of her. She had made him so happy, it was the least he could do for his friend. "It's time for conditioner."