The boy went and Elsa was alone with Roran again. It seemed to her as if the tension between them had dissipated somewhat, but she wasn't giving it much heed, the notion of having a warm bath was too inviting, too tempting. In truth, had she been honest, she would probably have regarded herself more in Roran Aghas debt because of this, than the other way around. She just wasn't one to go pointing it out. Nodding at Roran, the thought of warm water just too much for her, Elsa drifted over and opened the door to the other room. Closing it behind her, she wondered detachedly at her longing after such a simple thing as hot water.
Lifting the strap of her leather satchel over her head and put it on a nearby chair. It was light, not containing a change of clothes, but all her meagre possessions in the world. She slung her woollen shawl over the back of the chair, and then proceeded to wriggle out of her overdress and shift. The dress was the hardest, she could not reach the buttons in the back, but she was thin enough to be able to shimmy out of it anyway. The shift was easer than the heavy wool of the dress, the linen petticoats and the shift being folded neatly on the chair. Standing naked on the floor she still approached the wooden tub slowly, as to prolong the pleasure. Oddly enough, she already knew how it would feel to immerse herself in the glorious hot water, even though she had never known such a sensation on this side of loosing her memory. Stepping into the tub, she lowered herself into the water - it didn't reach higher than her hips, and she drew her legs up, folding her arms around them. She didn't feel shy, but there wasn't much room in the small tubs to stretch out completely.
The water was indeed hot, almost uncomfortably so, but to Elsa it felt like pure heaven. Leaning her head on her bent knees, she sighed and let herself relax, for the first time in many weeks.