Re: First Class: The Turkish Baths
If the princess was alarmed at being joined by a stranger in bare feet and leaves, she didn't show it. Instead, it was taken with an easy acceptance, the warmth of the water soothing over her bare legs. Reaching down, she began to wash her feet, fingers scrubbing at the dirt that had caked itself to her soles, glancing up with a soft smile. "Hello to you as well," she said softly, her voice a soft thing, lower than might have been expected. "And I do not know. But does it matter? Why question what we have been given. Embrace it, yes?" The soft smile grew with warmth and the princess leaned down to take one of the elf's feet in her own hands, fingers rubbing, soothing. "You don't mind, do you?"