[h1]Cyare Stauntin: Morning Relaxation[/h1]

"Whatever you wish." The traveling mage was entirely unconcerned, and didn't bother sparing Angel a glance while she finished discarding her belongings. Everything went into a neat, ordered pile where she could get to it easily without necessarily getting out of the tub. Her towel, in particular, was kept nice and close to hand. She sank into the tub herself a second later, in up to her neck and resting the back of her head on the edge.

"There's space if you need it, I won't object to having it to myself if you do not."