Camilla luxuriated in the bath allowing the heat to take away a meaure of the many discomforts. The marble tub reminded her of the palaces she had lived in back in Tilea. Imperials tended to use metal tubs, even their nobles and she thought there was some deep pshycogical point that could be drawn from the choice but for the moment it eluded her. The Duke's physician, a small wiry man who claimed to be from Ind, but Camilla was certain was just a particularly sun baked Estilian, had tended their wounds. It had not been a pleasnt process, particularly for Cydric but she felt she was recovering.

Slipping out of the tub she dried herself with a towel and then brushed her hair, surreptitiously slipping the pearl handled hairbrush into a pouch. Somehow she doubted the Graf would miss it. Finally she slipped into a satin robe and headed back to the main room to join Cydric. She entered the room as he finished rubbing oil or some such onto his shield. Camilla had little understanding of weapon maintenance beyond a general sense that one should keep a sword sharp and clean it before it went away. She supposed she would need to buy a new sword sometime soon.

She walked across the room noticing with relish the feast that had been laid out upon the table. A large roast fowl of some sort, a duck she thought but maybe a goose lay upon a plater beside cheeses, and carved sausages. To her delight there were even pomegranates, large red purple fruit which were native to Tilea and she hadn't seen since she left that sun drenched kingdom. Quietly she slipped over to Cydric and trailed a finger tip down his scarred back. He didn't jump so clearly he had heard her coming despite her caution. He turned and she sat down beside him with a playful smile, setting the robe around her body as she did so.

[b]"I'm afraid I kept all of mine clean by virtue of burying them under a castle,"[/b] she said conspiratorially. Her stomach grumbled at the thought of the food on the table but she leaned back slightly, stretching her sore muscles.

[b]"The Duke's people took the phial," she explained, "I guess poor Olden got his wish afterall."[/b]
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