Nova rose after Monday had departed, following syn back up the stairs of her personal lobby. Rather than proceeding to the roof she turned and made her way down the hall to her chambers. As she entered the living area, she spotted Syn unpacking the last of her bags.<br/><br/>"Madame Nova, you will find your bath ready and waiting for you at the perfect temperature. I took the liberty of adding jasmine bath salts and provided you with a tray of refreshments." Syn chimed, without turning away from her task.<br/><br/>"Very good Syn, please ensure to alert me to any visitors. Otherwise, I wish to remain undisturbed."<br/><br/>Nova slipped up the stairs to the bath room. As a child, this had been her favorite room in her Uncle's Chamber's and had spent hours there or down in the large baths.  She pulled at her sash as she entered, layers of silk falling to the floor followed shortly by the robe itself.  Had anyone been there to observe they would have noticed the biggest distinction between Syn and Nova. For on Nova's pink-hued skin sat living tattoos.  A series of cerulean butterflies that glowed softly at against her skin, their wings moving every now and then. As she swung her legs into the bath and sank down the fluttered and danced upwards to rest along her shoulders and neck, above the water line.<br/><br/>Nova reached over the rim and grabbed the clear headset and fitted it over her head so that it hugged her temples.  Immediately a display appeared above the tub, files on top of files appearing for her to swipe through.