[Ravus enters the bathroom, still clothed, and eyes the bathtub longingly. He hasn't had a proper bath since the last time he went home.
The shower looks magnificent, though, and it will have to do. He tears his eyes away from the tub and strips out of his costume.
He means to have a short rinse, but the water pressure is perfect, and he can run the water as scalding hot as he wants. It's like heaven on his exhausted, still-shaky muscles. He lets out a groan and just stands under the stream of water for a few blissful minutes.
By the time his brain turns back on, he's already been in the shower long enough to be committed to doing it properly. Ravus uses the body wash, shampoo, and conditioner he finds on the shelves, and only turns off the water and steps out when he can't make any more excuses to stay in here longer.
In front of the steamed-up mirror, he towels himself dry and put his underwear and pants back on. He drapes his towel over his shoulders to catch the droplets still clinging to his hair. He'll pull his tunic on once his hair isn't quite so wet.
He's feeling lightheaded when he finally opens the door back to the master bedroom. The heat, the exertion, and the wine are all getting to him.]
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The shower looks magnificent, though, and it will have to do. He tears his eyes away from the tub and strips out of his costume.
He means to have a short rinse, but the water pressure is perfect, and he can run the water as scalding hot as he wants. It's like heaven on his exhausted, still-shaky muscles. He lets out a groan and just stands under the stream of water for a few blissful minutes.
By the time his brain turns back on, he's already been in the shower long enough to be committed to doing it properly. Ravus uses the body wash, shampoo, and conditioner he finds on the shelves, and only turns off the water and steps out when he can't make any more excuses to stay in here longer.
In front of the steamed-up mirror, he towels himself dry and put his underwear and pants back on. He drapes his towel over his shoulders to catch the droplets still clinging to his hair. He'll pull his tunic on once his hair isn't quite so wet.
He's feeling lightheaded when he finally opens the door back to the master bedroom. The heat, the exertion, and the wine are all getting to him.]
I need...a glass of water...before I go.