"A witch?" Remarked in disbelief, studying Baiza's back wondering if she would turn and laugh, stating it to be a joke. It did not come however. They walked through doors, but Théadan took no note of it, far too interested in this revelation. Surely the woman did not know magic though. There were often two types of witches in those old Mes'Mo'Tanian tales, the young beautiful witches he had occasionally teased Navia with, who charmed men with a spell, seducing them in body and mind before spiriting them away in the night, never to be seen again. Then there were the elder witches, always made out to be ugly, and covered in boils usually with pronounced hunched backs, casting curses and vexes on anyone they felt wronged by, even stealing the youth of others so they might live forever. Neither type seemed to match Osa. She seemed authoritative, but one who had the respect of those around her, and since Navia seemed to know her, and was happy to be alone with her for the time being, he had to trust there was no cause for alarm. It was not like this woman could really be a witch though, they were just stories made to scare children or to justify the actions of unfaithful men. Osa may have known something seemingly unknowable, but there was surely an explanation for it.<br/><br/>Théadan followed into an odd room, it smelled earthy and he soon saw why. There were tubs carved from stone indented into the floor, half filled with what to Théadan looked like a small bog, not too unlike the one he had been thrown into by Wyndagar many years ago. He recalled what Navia had said about mud baths when they had been approaching the spa, but he had thought she may have been teasing him at the time, apparently not. The Khluri really did bath in mud. Baiza just continued talking of Osa, offering a little of her history, bringing more questions to his mind, but perhaps the answers he desired would be better if he asked for them from Osa directly. For the time being, Baiza was directing him to lay down in the mud baths, and Navia's 'payback' rang in his ears. To him mud was filthy, you washed it from your body to be clean, bathing in it just seemed completely backwards.<br/><br/>Baiza had turned her back to him, giving him a little privacy to get into the mud bath with. This was Navia's payback, and as he understood it, the Khluri were just trying to help is sunburned shoulders. With a sigh, Théadan disrobed, and slowly set foot into the mud, cringing at the feeling of mud oozing around his foot. It was not as thick as mud he had come to expect, this had plenty of water in it that he could sink right in without any trouble. He was careful not to slip as he slowly lowered himself into it, and unable to get the image of Navia's smirking face from his mind as he did. She would no doubt love it if she saw him like this, he would not hear the end of it, of that he was most definitely certain.<br/><br/>Once Théadan was in, a snap of Baiza's fingers had a group of white robed men entering carrying large vases, for a moment he wondered what they were up to, until Baiza explained, and he was left to protectivally raise his hands before him on instinct, before more mud was poured into the tub and over him, covering his chest and waist and legs. The liquid nature of it caused it to splatter, he was covered in the stuff, and as the men poured, Théadan gave up trying to protect himself from it as there was simply no point. Some had splattered over his cheeks and nose and forehead, and they were sure to take the time to cover his shoulders too until almost every inch of his pale skin had been absolutely covered in the mud. He couldn't even wipe away the drops on his lips as his fingers would just end up spreading more over him.<br/><br/>Baiza meanwhile was interested in knowing more about how he and Navia had met, she had not pried into the matter before, but since she had the opportunity to ask, Théadan could not fault her for wanting to know. Navia was the daughter of her friend, it was obvious she cared for her through that connection, but also because they had met before. What must Baiza have made of Navia turning up at the spa with him in tow? Théadan looked briefly at the men still in the room, finishing up with their role in this bath. He did not wish to speak of it in their presence. "I was never one for lying, and I'm terrible at avoiding questions." Théadan said, running a hand over a muddied arm, feeling the texture of this healing bath. "I'll answer your question, Baiza, and tell you whatever you wish to know, but may I first ask, as the daughter of your friend, what does Navia mean to you?"<br/><br/>He didn't want to be rude, and he didn't wish to be evasive either, but Théadan wanted a little more to gauge Baiza on, and what she thought of Navia. Right now the only reason he was welcome in the spa could likely be because Navia had been at his side. He couldn't be entirely sure how she would react to the whole truth, let alone the others still in the room with them. "What was she like as a child? And what do you remember of her relationship with her mother?" There was much he even wished to know about Navia's mother, but those questions could wait, Théadan was certain Navia would like to hear the answers to those too, so they were better left until they both had an opportunity to talk with Baiza. For now his attention remained on discovering more about the woman he loved, and what her childhood had been like.