Raschen would observe her quietly as she disrobed and cleansed herself, settled into the cushions he planned to sleep upon. His ears flicked back some as he noticed he stared but part of him kept the emerald gaze upon her. His long tail flicked idly as he sipped his own goblet of honey mead. He bit his lip a moment to see her being so sparing with the purified water. He knew her to use water magicks but it seemed it was only weaponized and for personal filtration. He smiled softly.<br/><br/>"There is no need to be so scarce with use. You may cleanse yourself fully without worry.." he muttered softly, his fur dusting brown once more as he tapped into his own magicks, dipping his finger in the basin that had darkened and grown thick with the heavy dusting and grime that living in the warren would tend to cover its guests with.<br/><br/>As the paw tip tapped the water's surface, with magick's channeled, the discoloration simply disappeared, the water purified within moment, completely clear and cool once more.<br/><br/>"It has been my duty set upon by the priestess to keep our waters pure..though the other clan members are unaware I perform this service. And it is best that way. I wish to be treated as another clan member, not the priestess' son, not as a priest. At least not for a while to come."<br/><br/>He eyed her as she wandered to his bedding that he had willingly offered, blinking as she spoke of sharing the bedding, his ears falling back as the thick dusting fell form his fur, the thick hide of his body clean once more as he released his magick. He seemed so easily reduced to shyess when it came to females. Especially her. Though it was possibly going unnoticed by the Hume for their dulled senses, around her, his musk would flare in strength. This had been the cause of giggles by the females of his tribe and of questioning glances by the males and his mother. It had been the source of entertainment for her long eared companion.<br/><br/>"i-if you do not feel it is indecent.." he muttered, her feeling a heavy warmth engulf her as he slid beneath the hide covers that she lingered beneath on the far end of the bed.<br/><br/>A comforting warmth that seemed seep into her aching muscles like a relaxing salve, easing away the icy cold air of the misty warren evenings. He remained on the opposite end to respect boundary though unlike the Hume he did not roll away, his emerald gaze observed her resting shape in silence, trailing over the long alluring curve that she created in the covers. He inwardly shivered, chewing his lip quietly, raising that ground away thumb claw to his muzzle to silence himself, his long ears falling back. She was such a thing of beauty in his eyes. Her pale smooth flesh. Fiery mane. Her warriors spirit that radiated in waves from her almost constantly. he could feel his heart flutter as he observed her at rest.