The light knock on the door rose Elsa from her warmth induced stupor. It was seeping into her bones, loosening stiff muscles and aching bones that she had not even been aware of. But she had been on the road so long, never stopping, never finding any rest...this was the most comfortable she had been in a long while, and the languor that was spreading through her bones made her lower her defences.
"Enter," she called softly, turning her head to lean her cheek against her knees, so she could see Roran properly. No concern for modesty crossed her mind, even if it had her body was folded in the water. It might have been that a hot bath was the most certain way to make Elsa Zerbino Vargas your friend, or maybe it was just the relaxation induced by the water, but she smiled at Roran. "I have not been this warm and comfortable for a long time," she said softly, closing her eyes momentarily. It would be obvious by the state of her dress that she had been travelling for many months. It was just the lack of destination that she wanted to hide. Moving slowly, she lifted her hands to undo the braid that was just barely holding her hair back from her face. At once it fell in loose waves over her naked shoulder, long enough for the tips to fall into the water. It would be nice to wash it, Elsa thought distractedly. "Yes, that would be lovely," she agreed, not wanting to say thank you any more times. "Is there a throw or robe I can borrow while it dries?"