The hand that shook hers was weathered and scarred, but firm without being domineering, giving Baiza a small insight into the man standing before her. Perhaps he was not as bloodthirsty and cruel as Mes'Mo'Tanians were feared to be by Khluri who had not met one. He was an outsider to be sure, and likely to receive resistance from many given his heritage, but she could see the way the<i>Sitvati</i>looked at Théadan, at how their hands remained clasped together as if the world would try to drag them apart. That was sure to happen at some point, if it had not already. She was touched to hear how the<i>Sitvati </i>spoke of her establishment, her eyes roaming away from Théadan’s to touch on the other woman’s and take in how she nodded her agreement to her companion’s words. But the moment a room was mentioned, Baiza was back to business and fully prepared to give the full spa experience.<br/><br/>“Ah, of course! We shall provide you with a room immediately,” Baiza turned and called out in Khluri for a room number, then smiled back at her two newest patrons, “We do not have many guests right now, we are far more popular in the hotter months, so I think you’ll find you’ll often feel like you have the entire spa to yourselves.” Another man dressed similarly to the stablehands stepped through a door just off to the side of the staircase and wordlessly handed Baiza a key with a nod. While the man turned back to leave, she held out the key to Navia, “Come, I shall escort you to your room.”<br/><br/>With Baiza turning to ascend the grand staircase and veer to the left, Navia looked up at Théadan with a small smirk, dangling the key at him before sliding it into his pants pocket. “I did say you could have the next key,” she chuckled, then gave his hand a small tug so they could follow Baiza up the stairs. They could see rows of the doors on the second floor, no doubt guestrooms, but Baiza did not stop, instead following how the staircase curved and continued upward. A third floor supplied more rooms and she led them down the hall, “I suggest you visit the springs first. I think you will find it different from when you were last here,<i>Sitvati.</i>Do you have plans to stay only tonight? Or perhaps a couple?” She turned back at the last door at the end of the hall expectantly to see the answer.<br/><br/>“Likely just tonight, though I would be happy to stay another,” Navia answered, glancing up at Théadan before smiling at Baiza, “We’ll discuss it and let you know.”<br/><br/>“In that case, enjoy your room and enjoy your stay. If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask,” Baiza went to step aside, but paused to reach out and place the flat of her palm on Navia’s cheek, “I am thrilled you are safely home in Khlurios,<i>Sitvati.</i>Consider this room a gift to celebrate your arrival and a thank you to Théadan for helping you home.” She nodded to him with a smile, then stepped away to give them their privacy. After speaking her gratitude to such hospitality, Navia looked back to watch Baiza sweep down the hall, white gown billowing behind her and confidence in her step. Curious to see what type of room they’d been gifted, she made sure to wait patiently so Théadan could open the door and peek around him to see what was waiting for them when he did.<br/><br/>Like the rest of the spa the room was done in crisp whites, though it had many gold accents. It was an open-air room, the windows filling the outer walls and allowing a breeze into the space that toyed with the gauzy white fabric loosely coiled around the top of the large canopy bed in the center of the room. There was a dresser and sitting area in the room as well and o the left was a door leading into the washroom, but directly across from the bed was a large doorway with thin white curtains hanging over it that were lazily blowing in the breeze. A balcony was just on the other side and a large chaise with a table was sitting out there, waiting to be enjoyed along with a view of the jungle canopy and off in the distance, the blue of the ocean. The beach however could not be seen; there were too many trees in the way. In typical Khluri fashion, art adorned the couple spaces on the walls that did not have windows, simple drawings done in black and gold, stark against all the white. The floors were wooden and gleamed, with pure white rugs scattered around to give it a homey appeal.<br/><br/>It was a beautiful room, one that made Navia sigh pleasurably that they were going to have such a wonderful place to stay. It was a taste of the luxury she had grown up with, though she appreciates it far more after so many nights outside or in small spaces. There were even crisp white robes laid out on the bed for them. Eying the robes, knowing they were meant to be worn down to the springs, Navia stepped up behind Théadan, hands brushing along his sides and abdomen before reaching for the ties of his pants. Her body pressed up against his back, enjoying the warmth while she leaned against him and lazily began undoing his pants. “Two nights,” she proposed, nuzzling her face into the middle of his back and thinking of all the things they wanted to do.