[ Seeing Alina begin to undress too, Ciri relaxes. She finishes removing her clothing quickly and with more comfortable, natural movements, stripping down fully and setting her clothes aside before approaching the tub and Alina. She doesn't shy away from looking at the other woman, though Ciri doesn't stare or look too closely; it's not that Alina isn't worth looking at, but it's just a bath, and she's used to communal bathing so it doesn't really strike her as embarrassing or too intimate. It's Alina's company she enjoys, and the fact that she doesn't want to be alone. The bath being the circumstance is only an afterthought.
She smiles back, sliding into the water across from Alina. Her body -- as Alina probably noticed during their time in the cell together, even if they'd tried to give each other privacy -- is littered with scars, but there are no fresh wounds. Those are all completely healed (and Jaskier suffered for it). As she slips into the water, Alina might notice the hint of color on her inner thigh, the shape of a red rose, before it disappears into the bath.
The tub is big enough for both of them, though not much more than that. She tucks her legs too, knees bent, arms folded on top of them, and sinks lower all the way down to her chin. ]
Water's the perfect temperature.
[ She offers a faint smile, struggling to break the awkward silence. Now that she's here and the adrenaline and the majority of the crisis has faded, she just feels... drained. ]
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[ Seeing Alina begin to undress too, Ciri relaxes. She finishes removing her clothing quickly and with more comfortable, natural movements, stripping down fully and setting her clothes aside before approaching the tub and Alina. She doesn't shy away from looking at the other woman, though Ciri doesn't stare or look too closely; it's not that Alina isn't worth looking at, but it's just a bath, and she's used to communal bathing so it doesn't really strike her as embarrassing or too intimate. It's Alina's company she enjoys, and the fact that she doesn't want to be alone. The bath being the circumstance is only an afterthought.
She smiles back, sliding into the water across from Alina. Her body -- as Alina probably noticed during their time in the cell together, even if they'd tried to give each other privacy -- is littered with scars, but there are no fresh wounds. Those are all completely healed (and Jaskier suffered for it). As she slips into the water, Alina might notice the hint of color on her inner thigh, the shape of a red rose, before it disappears into the bath.
The tub is big enough for both of them, though not much more than that. She tucks her legs too, knees bent, arms folded on top of them, and sinks lower all the way down to her chin. ]
Water's the perfect temperature.
[ She offers a faint smile, struggling to break the awkward silence. Now that she's here and the adrenaline and the majority of the crisis has faded, she just feels... drained. ]
What kind of spell was that you used?