Elara slid back into her bath, letting the soap lather rinse clean from her skin as she kept her gaze on the fire mage, enjoying the show he put on while washing himself with the soap. Her smile faltered when the boy expanded his explanation in regards to the colors of his flames changing due to the fact his mother's death. She slowly shifted her form closer to him across the bath, pausing in regards to the young man's additional request that he wasn't really looking forward to being made into a meal. Her blue eyes flashed at his near slip of the tongue before she continued her pattern through the water to settle in beside the fire mage. "I'm not going to feed on you, Cyne. Don't get too comfortable around the others in my kingdom however, they are a little less refined than I am." She said gently, running her chilly hands over the soap on his arm gently, rinsing him clean.<br/><br/>"You'll enjoy the tour tomorrow I think... as indepth and enthusiastic as you speak about the history and nature of magic in your realm, you will appreciate something from an era long ago." She whispered in his ear, pressing her form against his side. "All clean, Your Grace?" Elara teased a little, cupping her hands with water and tilting some of the water over his head. "I don't smell brimstone coming off you anymore at least." The weight of her lithe figure was soon gone as she stood up and exited the bath, shaking one foot and then the other to get the last little droplets off before she slid a robe on over her shoulders, her back still to the fire mage. "It will be strange to wake up and not be expected to put on my armor once more... a day when I'm not stepping into a battlefield..." She mused to herself a little, before dropping a small pile of towels near the bath for Cyne. "My little maid will be bringing you some sleeping wear shortly."