"Well, if you're insistent..." Tyaethe said, shrugging and thinking, "Well, if you don't want to wait around for the captain, then maybe you could spread the news around? Anyone trying to get some exercise in would need time to prepare."

With that, the vampire shrugged and headed into the antechamber, divesting her clothes before following the naga into the baths proper. If one were to compare their differences in physique, they would have to come to the conclusion that there was no [i]way[/i] that Tyaethe could ever be a knight; there was far too little muscle, far too soft and pampered around the edges. And the scars... any knight of her vintage should be a veritable collection of them, not easily mistaken for someone who had never even done a day of labour in their life.

Such was the upshot of getting regenerative abilities at a young age, even with all its other downsides.

Therefore, when she slid into the bath beside Fanilly, there were two quite disproportionately sharp and pointy things to take notice of. 

Her teeth, of course.

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