Having nothing else to do and no real reason to deny Dimia's orders, Penelope trailed after the noblewoman as she led them to the woman's bathhouse. A large part of her still wanted to do more to help out preparations than just taking a bath. It felt like a waste of time but having never thrown a party, she could only follow Dimia's lead. The two reached the bathhouse soon and stepped inside. At the moment, it was fairly empty. Penelope guessed it was both because of the cold weather and noblewomen waiting until later to begin getting ready for the party. 

She stepped off to the side and stripped out of her clothes, bundling them neatly together near the pool's edge. Once she was down she turned to begin to step into the water. However, she paused slightly as she noticed Dimia's gaze, focusing on the large scar that cut across her torso. The knight side eyed the noblewoman, assuming she was about to make some comment on the blemish, but Dimia simply turned her head away instead and wadded into the water. Penelope felt a small hint of surprise from Dimia's lack of comment. Most noblewomen were shocked when they saw it and Dimia hadn't been one to hold her tongue if she thought lowly of one's appearance. 

The knight made no comment on it though and instead stepped into the water after her. She let out a content sigh as she sunk into the warmth of the water. It was a welcomed change from the chilly air outside. For a moment, Penelope simply enjoyed being in the water and Dimia seemed to do the same as they leaned against the pool wall in silence. Penelope eventually broke it though.

"You know.. I'm still confused about one thing.." she mused as she cracked a quick glance over at the red head. 

"And what is that?" Dimia sighed, seeming disappointed the silence was over.

"Well... why did you go through all of this to help me so much?" she asked. It had been weighing on her mind for a while now. She knew Dimia had answered it before but her answer of saying it was due to Gavin's request didn't quite add up in her opinion. The two siblings barely saw eye to eye and throwing such a grand party had been no easy task. "I mean, I know you said it was because of Gavin and how he wrote you and wanting to through a party but why go to this extreme you know?"

Dimia pursed her lips into a thin line and let out a sigh. "I have my reasons."

"I know, I'm trying to figure out what they are." Penelope snorted.

Dimia shot her an annoyed glare. However, as she looked away, Penelope noticed her expression soften slightly. "If the war continues, then my brother will continue to fight in it and others I care about might join him if we lose too many out there... We've already lost quite a few after all.. Some of the women I'm friends with have lost siblings, friends, and even their spouses. The losses are taking such a toll on everyone, I'd like to see it stop before it happens to me."

Penelope frowned, finding herself unexpectedly sympathetic towards Dimia. It seemed that the noblewoman had gone to such lengths just to try and protect her loved ones as well as to prevent people from losing anymore. The notion was something Penelope could respect and perhaps, the first common ground she actually shared with Dimia. "And if we end it peacefully, we won't have to worry about the war continuing, unlike if we follow the king's plan." Penelope mused with a sigh.

Dimia nodded her head. "After tonight, the king's plan won't see the light of day." she said with surprising confidence.

Penelope found herself smiling in spite of herself, finding Dimia's certainty refreshing. "Right, but first we need to get clean." she snickered as she grabbed her cloth and soap.

"Yes and once we're done here, we'll go check on things in the ballroom while our hair dries." Dimia instructed as she picked up her own and began to scrub herself down.