Stepping to the edge and onto the staircase that descended into the water, Honour’s VIP unwrapped his towel and tossed it to the side. She got the same view that Miss Tuft got earlier as he stepped down before her. And the Lunar was looking at her while it happened, too, as if watching for her reaction. Honour stiffened her resolve and made her face impassive. The Sister and all her various baths and ablutions could go pound sand back in the Grand Hall for all she cared.