Matija was mostly passively smiling at Tibulass throughout their exchange but the hushed talking was highly appreciated. Her brain can’t seem to function right just yet anyway. At least until she felt the cool water fall and trail down her body. She sighed contentedly and allowed herself to wake and recharge before letting the Viking have a bit of her turn. Although the Siren didn’t take long to finish showering, she seemed perfectly content on basking in the water until her friend started struggling with her hair. With a twist, the refreshing stream of water died off and Matija started wringing her hair and wiping herself dry with a towel.

[color=DEB887]“Don’t know how to do that, huh? C’mere,”[/color] she beckoned the larger woman. [color=DEB887]“Bow down to me,”[/color] she instructed and took the towel meant for the redhead’s hair. She was about to wrap the other’s hair but she found the scar slightly worrisome. But since the viking was insistent, she found it better to just follow what she wanted. [color=DEB887]“Fine. But don’t blame me if it opens up.”[/color] Gingerly, the Mecorian wrapped the firey hair with the towel before doing controlled twists that she hopes won’t put too much strain on the healing flesh.

[color=DEB887]“An’ I’m fine. I cain eat by myself. I need a lot to make up for what we didn’t eat last night.”[/color]

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