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As the warrior calmly sat on the chair, she looked around at her settings. It wasn't the best room that she had been in, but it would do nicely for tonight. Smiling, she glanced at the large bed, so soft, inviting, and warm. The ivory white sheets almost glowed in the pale moonlight of Solinari. Turning her head towards the corner, she noticed a rather large wooden basin. Engraved on the sides were dolphins and other sea creatures frolicking in the vast depths of the ocean.
They appeared to be following the warrior's gaze. One mermaid even appeared to wink at her. Shaking the cobwebs out of her head, she glanced down at her wound. It wasn't as serious as she had previously feared; it was long, but not deep, nothing that would seriously test a healer as long as no infection set in.
Quickly, rummaging through her pack, she found a healing salve of crushed herbs, which smelt heady, cloying, but somehow exciting. She knew that this salve had worked in the past, and was sure it would do again. She opened it and saw about half the pot remained, more than enough for her purpose. She placed the pot to one side, knowing the wound must be cleaned first. Looking around, she noticed an empty basin, a jug of water and a few towels. Grabbing the poker, she quickly placed it into the fire heating it up to a dull red glow before quenching it in the jug of water with a weeping hiss.
Putting a small pinch of fragrant herbs from a leather pouch into the basin, she added a little bit of water to the mixture and stirred until a sweet, pungent odour filled the room. She inhaled the scent with a smile, letting it bring back her childhood memories of learning the healer's craft from her mother. Grabbing one of the clothes, she dipped into the mixture and gently applied it to the wound.
Hearing the door open slightly, the warrior reached for her sword, but relaxed as it was only Lauranathias returning with her food and ale. Gladly seeing the food, the warrior sat down on the chair, watching this beauty work. Her hair occasionally burst into a golden shimmer of light as the fire crackled in the background. The warrior's gaze dropped slightly and her breath caught in her throat as Lauranathias' breasts seemed to strain at the cloth of her blouse.
Quickly the warrior grabbed the goblet and drank deeply. She let the warmth spread through her and began to relax a little more, occasionally averting her eyes between Lauranathias, the fireplace and the rather large bearskin rug arranged before the fire.
Lauranathias was struggling with the tub bringing it closer to the fire. With a sigh she tugged until a trail of scrapped wood could be seen, as it was dragged near the fireplace. The warrior takes all the action in observing the staining muscles in Lauranathias' back and arms. Taking another sip of the excellent wine, another warm glow slowly went through the warrior's body with a shiver. Smiling, the warrior watched as Lauranathias and Bethanna walked out of the room to get the buckets of hot water to fill the tub.
As Lauranathias and Bethanna walked down the stairs in the fireplace where the water was being boiled, Bethanna finally broke the silence.
"What do you think of her?" asked Bethanna as she noticed Lauranathias was deep in thought, grabbing one handle of the bucket waiting for her to respond.
"Hmm?" Lauranathias' head jerked up as she looked at Bethanna. Grabbing the other handle, with a great heave, they lugged the bucket up the stairs.
"What do you think of the warrior," Bethanna asked again, watching her step as she walked backwards up the stairs.
"She's an amazing fighter," Lauranathias said, struggling to maintain her balance. "She took out those three ogres with no problem, I just wish I could have seen the fight." pouted Lauranathias.
As they continued to ascend the stairs, the bucket gently swaying and teetering between them wanting to go one way and then another.
"Besides, an amazing fighter," Bethanna stated, "Do you think she is beautiful?"
"I-I I'm not sure," Lauranathias said blushing.
They cut there conversation short as they dumped the first of many buckets into the tub. The steam gently rising in the room, disappearing into nothing as it reached the ceiling. Many trips later, a sweating Lauranathias waved off Bethanna, and attended to the warrior, kneeling in front of her.
"What is it that My Lady wishes?" Lauranathias asked politely.
Smiling, happily the warrior gazed down at Lauranathias, taking in every curve and thin shine that came from the hard labour of filling the tub. Reaching out to touch the golden hair softly, the warrior finally replied, "Thank you, my dear. Now go and lock the door, then help me tend this wound."
"Yes, My Lady" she replied and rising locked the door.
Once the task was completed, Lauranathias made her way towards the warrior's wound, kneeling slightly and assessed the wound. Seeing that it is not too deep, she gently took the cloth from the warrior's hand, feeling a slight spark of electricity as the warrior's hand brushed hers lightly. Glancing up, Lauranathias noticed the warrior staring at her intently with unwavering eyes, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The warrior's armour was the only sound in the room, save the crackling of the fire, making muffled tinkling as she breathed. Turning back to her task, Lauranathias rubbed the blood away gently.
Gasping slightly, the warrior leaned her head back, her hand resting on Lauranathias' for just a moment. Fearing that she did something wrong or even hurting the warrior more, Lauranathias slowly stood and backed toward the door.
"Did I do something wrong My Lady?" Lauranathias stammered, fear creasing her face, fearing some punishment.
"I'm sorry, I will never do that again," she apologized turning towards the door, dropping the cloth.
