Feeling the vampiress press up against him was an odd sensation. At first, he almost tensed up, getting ready to fight. Her touch on his arm was shocking, a mixture of care and comfort, something he wasn't expecting. Since getting here, he'd thought he'd have to constantly worry about becoming the next meal, but the more he looked at Elara, the more he saw that vampires had their own society, and although he couldn't get the images of war out of his head, there was a sliver of his mind that almost felt empathy with her. He'd killed her kind not even a week ago, and her his, yet, here they sit, nude in a bath, surrounded by nothing but pure water and soap suds.<br/><br/>Shivering a little at the thoughts running through his head, he realized she'd pushed herself up against him. Trying to clear his head, her form didn't seem to register as a vampire, he looked at her smooth form, the light tones of her skin, the soft curves of her body, he didn't think at all about the beasts he'd seen rip the throats out of his kinsman. She riled him up even, he was a man after all, and her form suddenly seemed much more human. Even as she lifted herself out of the pool moments later, his eyes struggled to not linger on her form.<br/><br/>Then he realized it. He too wouldn't be donning his armor. His head spun at that thought. Who knew how long they'd waged war. It felt like eternity. But he, by coming to this realm with this vampiress, and taking a bath, stopped the bloodshed that had been raging. And she, just by taking her people back to where they came from, by taking him here, had stopped his people from getting needlessly slaughtered. Still eyeing the vampiress, he saw her with mixed eyes. The sharp, controlled movements of a warrior, the lithe, tender float of any balanced woman.<br/><br/>Drying himself off, Cyne wondered to himself, what was his fate here. He was confused about the whole ordeal, he'd expected harsh treatment, death threats, nothing like this. Was it all a ploy for him to lower his guard? He couldn't tell. The towels were soft, and the maiden who brought them came and left with out a peep. Slipping into the clothes he'd been given, he was surprised at the simple quality. It wasn't bad fabric, and was quiet comfortable, the sleepwear coming to rest on his frame quiet wonderfully.