[ There's an unlikely chance that the withering side eye she gives him has any effect. But she'll take it because she saw the not-so-stifled yawn he tries to hide.
Instead, his wistful wish is met with a gentle prod into his side, but she remains mum about the fact that she had been tempted into the hot springs earlier by Lenore. Probably best not to taunt him when she would have happily dragged him along to them if she could. Her bath (or baths rather) is one of the only reasons she doesn't feel as self conscious as she does. She can't imagine how much of a sight she must have been earlier. ]
No hot spring soaks until your wounds are cleaned up. But [ Her voice stretches into a trill, eyelashes fluttering. ] I could give you a sponge bath later if you ask nicely.
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Instead, his wistful wish is met with a gentle prod into his side, but she remains mum about the fact that she had been tempted into the hot springs earlier by Lenore. Probably best not to taunt him when she would have happily dragged him along to them if she could. Her bath (or baths rather) is one of the only reasons she doesn't feel as self conscious as she does. She can't imagine how much of a sight she must have been earlier. ]
No hot spring soaks until your wounds are cleaned up. But [ Her voice stretches into a trill, eyelashes fluttering. ] I could give you a sponge bath later if you ask nicely.