Being bathed by another person was new to her.  Even if past lovers had offer, Vara would have been unlikely to accept, because it just would not have felt like a comfort or pleasurable to her.  His hands felt warm and enjoyable, soothing her to her soul, It made it easy to feel tranquil, despite the odd circumstances they now faced.  “I suppose then we’re going toward danger no matter what we do...” she smirked at him.<br/><br/>As he spoke of witchcraft, Vara listened intently.  Blackvayne had witches he had enthralled, but they were husks, women who did what he asked when he asked.  They did not share the secrets of spell craft.  They did little more than stare blankly at anyone that came near them.  It was a frightful existence.  This is why Geraint’s words fascinated her.<br/><br/>“Are you trying to say I am the moon and you are the sun?” She arched a brow, turning so she could look him in the eye.  “I also don’t think I’m very passive...but still, why call me that?  It has to hold some significance.  I think it might be part of the reason places like this aren’t a threat to me.”