Eloa sat upon the bed as Sho Kaga exited the room, but stood to close the door when he didn't. She couldn't help but peak into his room when his own door opened. The sheer amount of books she saw! His room seemed much more like what she was used too. Seeing the book lined shelves made Eloa wonder if there was a library she could access. Eloa bit her bottom lip before closing her door. She leaned her back against the door and sighed.<br/><br/>Running a hand through her hair, she went to the bed and crawled into it, clothing and all. It was comfortable, probably one of the most comfortable beds she'd ever laid upon. The pillows were large and fluffy and Eloa felt as if she were engulfed. Perhaps she looked engulfed as well, with her face half covered by the large comforter and her hair strewn about. Despite being in an unfamiliar place, exhaustion took over and forced Eloa to sleep.<br/><br/>Eloa awoke with a start and sat up quickly. The room was dark and for a moment she had forgotten where she was. It was the light from under the doorway that refreshed her memory. The Citadel. Sho Kaga. Eloa's eyes squinted in the dark. That horrible elf. A bath. The desire for one was sudden, but after traveling for so long without a proper one it was hard to resist. So, Eloa walked into the bathroom and to the tub. There was a rubber stopper which she looked at curiously.<br/><br/>"Perhaps if I-" She turned a knob and water began to flow from the u bend metal spout. Eloa smiled and felt the water. Hot! Too hot! She turned the knob off and turn the other. Cold. Just as she suspected. Perhaps if she did both? Eloa fiddled with the knobs until the water was comfortable for her.  A closet in the room caught her attention and Eloa opened it to find towels and a silken robe. Eloa removed a towel and robe before undressing and sinking into the filling tub.<br/><br/>After weeks without a proper bathe, Eloa almost sobbed with joy. It was wonderful to get clean and, as simple as a bath was, was something she was familiar with. A laugh popped from between Eloa's lips and she surprised herself. Why was she laughing? What's worse, she couldn't<span style="font-style: italic">stop</span>laughing! It was a quiet laugh, but still she couldn't seem to stop.<br/><br/>By the time she got out of the tub and into the robe, a blue floor-length thing with white embroidery, her laughter had stopped. Eloa brushed her hair and looked in the mirror. It was a very nice mirror! No bubbles or imperfections. Bathed and rested, she stepped barefoot into the hallway. The tile was cold upon her feet, still Eloa tiptoed down the hallway. If she was going to live here, she wanted to explore a little.