Steam

Basilisk watched her climb into one of the small pools, and was pleased to see her enjoyment at the warm temperature. He grabbed his bundle again, and brought it closer to the one his Mistress had chosen. He was looking down, and didn’t see the splash coming his way.

With warm water dripping past his eyes and ears, he raised his head, offering her an impish grin filled with trouble. For a moment, there was nothing between her and his true emotions. He frowned suddenly, raising his head upwards and to the side. He wasn’t sure exactly what had caught his attention, perhaps a mixture of senses and instincts. He stared at the rising steam for a moment, but nothing caught his attention. His spine tingled, and he dismissed his plan to hop into the pool with Asla. if there was anything he needed to defend her from, he wanted to be ready.

Partly dismissing the feeling of being watched, the young slave placed his kit on the side of the pool, and grabbed out a cloth. There were herbs lathered into the material that were intended to relax and calm a person. He dipped it into the water, and gently pulled at Asla’s head. Stating his desire for her to tilt her head back with his body. “The plan is absolute comfort, Lady Aslatiel, are you ready?”