The main part of the room was taken up with two tubs. One of them was a clawfoot bathtub, instantly recognizable despite its odd proportions. It was sitting right under a large window, which naturally lacked a curtain. The other one was a much larger wooden tub—easily big enough for a dozen ponies Lyra’s size, or a few the size of the pearl one he’d seen on the beach. It was filled with presumably hot water. Up against one wall was a tiled area with a raised border, and three shower heads fitted to the wall. For him, they only came up to mid-chest, so if he wanted to take a shower, he’d have to sit down. 