To her, the bath was a solid reminder of dipping in an oasis back home. Much like dipping in the rivers, body baths just didn't do much, but every once in a long while, when the women would gather to go retrieve water, they would get to dip and nearly submerge in the waters there. Syliras had the first bath she had taken, and even given the pain of gathering water there, it was one of few full baths she had taken. The flowing water and availability of the snow melt revealed that she could take a bath completely and without much regard for the water held in the basin. To her, taking a bath in Zeltiva was like a miracle. He hadn't realized, but the buzz of happiness in her since arriving was not only because of meeting his family and being off the road, but also because she knew she could have a bath. It was everything she had longed it to be, and now after it, she felt relaxed and at peace.

She played with him, only the smallest of sly grins displayed on her face as she walked away, though he would know better. She was proud to have swatted him. He finished his visual examination as he looked over himself. To her, it was like he was modeling for her in a way, though she knew that was far from the truth.

Having slipped underneath the covers, the Benshira was further enjoying the warmth of her semi-thick clothing and now the blankets as well. Time passed and he seemed to have finished. Like an eagle herself, her eyes never left him, darting to and fro over his body in like manner. While there was a great desire and passion connected to her attraction for him, it was not so overwhelming due to the fact she didn't want to get her hopes up again. 

He slid under the blankets and a much more present smile came over her face as he came closer. She seemed to meditate on the feelings he had for her. Even if he would fail in his husbandly duties to her at times, emotion coming from him was like a temporary and life saving balm that would heal her heart. Her eyes closed at the gentle touch, and he would find that as his hand rose over her body, not just emotionally, but physically as well, she would react. Her body seemed to shift, or almost slowly squirm at his touch, although not in a negative or repulsive way, but rather in a responsive way. Her nightgown V-necked where the two sides of the cloth wrapped about her and it was there that he rest his hands.

His question, starting off seemed to diminish the emotions inside she was feeling; thinking he was about to ruin the mood that could have spawned between them. Instead, it seemed he was trying to see what was romantic, and smiling, Elann turned her head to face him and nodded.

"Yes. That is romantic."

Perhaps, she thought, he was going to understand and perceive what she said after all.