[h1]Cyare Staunton[/h1]

"It was a facetious question, Ferrara." Cyare corrected casually, sinking briefly to duck her hair under the water before rising again. Her fellow occupant of the tub was decidedly flustered, but there was little to be done about that. She could have made it worse, but there wasn't much to do to make it better. So she wouldn't bother. Feeling the heat sinking into her muscles, exactly as she'd hoped, she rolled each shoulder in turn and steadily worked the aches out of her upper body with slow, deliberate movements. "You need to just relax."

"It's what the tub is for."