She’d listened to his replies, the bit about not having the right woman come along was more than enough for her mind to string in the extra ‘Yet’ into his sentence. He was hunting for the right woman perhaps he would find her one day. She’d wish him well in that hunt. She herself had never really bothered with courtships - she was to busy dealing with the Flight’s training, busy with the wing cadets, busy busy busy. Her job as a Ranger was never over and she prided herself in making sure that her job was done correctly. “Sure enough you’re right… tame ones are no fun” She couldn’t expect a tame and gentle partner her own self - she did many savage things in the name of the crown. In the name of the King himself she would do whatever he asked. She’d always been close to the Crowned King, to say she’d fancied him was an understatement but she knew better than to pursue a lost cause. Besides that her King was one tame and controlled individual.<br/><br/>She turned away from Elijin and clucked her tongue at Nym, he’d finished his fish and clucked back at his mistress. “Come along big guy - you need to rest” She tossed another scrap of fish towards the stall Nym would bed down in. He flowed in right after the offered scrap but paused to sniff about the hay and stray, the horse smells distracted him from the small scrap of food while he was surrounded by much larger pieces of prey. “Oi Mae-tiv…” Ombaryn snapped at Nym and he made an apologetic coo before laying down with his scrap. She walked over to him and ran fingers along his tuft ears and calmed him with a few gentle strokes and scratches at the ear. “Good boy rest up leave the grazers be” She then turned and followed the Prince into the yurt.<br/><br/>She glanced back towards the steamy bath drawn in the back - she quirked a brow and made a mental shrug about getting to use it before him. Then as she approached the bath she dropped a saddle back not far from the bath and started with her undressing leather vest and breeches, dropping both to the floor in her path just before slipping behind the scoreen. She wasn’t the most well behaved young lady clearly. Once by the bath’s edge she dipped fingers in and then smirked scalding hot just the way she liked a hot bath.<br/><br/>“Oh sweetling I guessed who you were the moment you rode in on that sand glider’s ship. I’ll call you El…” She said glancing over her shoulder toward where she thought he was as she pulled her blouse off her jade eyes once against dancing with mischief at the pet name she’d given him. “And I thought the Queen of Thorns would only give up her seat of power to a daughter? Aren’t your people mostly run by the Queens in history? Or is she changing that position?” She asked honestly curious.<br/><br/>She slipped into the enormous tub letting the heated water scour the dirt and grime right off her skin. She sighed and leaned back while nimble fingers unlaced the double braids falling over her shoulders. She then dipped her head back into the water and submerged her face before popping right back up into a seated position. She caught his offer of other clothes being brought to her and considered it for a moment. To be honest she didn’t like discussing things with someone she couldn’t look in the face. But for the last shred of her decency - if she ever actually had any to begin with - she wouldn’t ask him to come behind the screen. She instead snagged some of the soap off the table and began to scrub.<br/><br/>“Well as my clothes probably are not attire appropriate that might be a good idea. It would do you better curtsey if I was dressed in the right wrappings so sure ask your herd; as I’m sure your kin would not take Kindly to me wearing your clothes” She said scrubbing through her hair she mumbled “Never going to get all this damned sand out of my hair” She sighed to herself and continued to scrub.<br/><br/>A few minutes later she would stand freeing herself of the still steamy tub. She was almost sad to leave the water after such a short time in it’s embrace but this was no time for luxury. She snagged a linen wrap and began to towel off and wrapped up then stepped past the screen to her saddle bag and lifted up a flask of oils she kept on her person at all times. Being on the wind more often than the ground made it a necessity to keep this Moon Rose oil in supply. She spotted the pile of pillows and moved their to oil up her skin, it would moisturize her flesh and keep her hair shiny and black rather than fragile and break. She glanced up at El and quirked a brow before snagging a fuzzy plum looking fruit from the table and nipping into it she was surprised by how juicy it was. How nature did grow to suit the needs of those living in it’s areas. “Desert Plum… it’s tasty never had one before.” She wondered if she would sit in the linen wrap all day though she didn’t mind - she had a feeling that this wouldn’t be appropriate to wear to the shin-dig either.