The lizard followed after the Eel, climbing easily over the scavenger bodies to the pipe out of the room. Emerging into a small hallway, the lizard ran past the Eel to catch up to the taller, advancing Eel.
"Question. What is thing called?" The eel asked, tugging at the side of its new, armored hoodie.
"Call them clothes." The lizard responded, still walking ahead.
"Has short one made "clothes" before?"
"No?" The response was uncertain.
"Did short one's "clothes" give strange feeling-scent?" The Eel asked, a question of which the pondering caused a flash in the lizard's mind- Straightening up rigidly.
The memory of holding strange fabrics in its arms. Something that felt very unfamiliar, and yet the sensation of these fabrics covering it was... intended?
No, that is not the word.
It wasn't a scent, it knows better than that- That is just how its mind can understand the impulse. It's something more- And now, was the Eel feeling it? Was this something other things felt?
"... Yes? Think so." The lizard responded, still mulling over the memory.