With her back still turned to the Sol, Czigani frowned at the pleasantries flowing from the girl’s tongue, realizing just how much of an impression palace servants -no, slaves
- had to make just to appease their royal masters. Sure, Solari was just satisfying her due diligence, yet like most of the servants even in Fotia, Czigani was not so much in agreement of them being tied down as they were to any master, being forced to play nice with everyone, and the such. In the Sol’s case, perhaps it was in her personality to be subservient, and to think less of herself and more about the needs of others. It was a commendable trait for certain, but the Tyro couldn’t help but think that such creatures are being taken advantage of far beyond what they’d ever expected. However, this wasn’t the time or place to rise up against such things, but to put her personal feelings aside for now and focus on recuperating, and so as the Fotian unlaced and slipped off her leggings, she then stepped up and into the hot bath, allowing her sore naked body to slowly sink into the welcoming water.
“Sh’ej’i...fv’aresc’k...” Closing her eyes, the young Tyro moaned in her native tongue as her body sank up to about her neck, and she sat, allowing the hot water to immediately relax away tension, and stiffness throughout her joints and muscles. She barely heard the soft footsteps of the servant girl as she sat at the edge of the bath and gently began examining the wound along the right side of her face, eliciting a slight wince from the patient as the bandages were slowly removed.
Czigani heard the other’s subtle gasp, but knowing just how terrible the wound really was, who could blame her? However, as she had mentioned to Solari moments earlier, the wound would eventually scar over -probably quicker once healing agents were introduced- but it would never fully disappear as many normal scars do over time. The poison that was coated on the edge of her opponent's blade was of Nayu origin, and its ability to prevent skin cells from fully restoring was one it’s most prized attributes, of which not even magic could counter. Czi had to count her blessings, however, because if it wasn’t for her own varying degrees of resistances against many types of diseases and poisons, it could have taken her life indefinitely.
“Oh, I think I could relax here for a very long time.” She responded to Solari’s comment, not realizing that the combination of fatigue, the hot bath, and the healer’s soothing voice, was causing the Tyro’s mind to drift in and out. “You have a-” The words barely escaped her lips as sleeps was coming sooner than later. “You have a nice touch…”