Jaetta had somewhat zoned out thinking of him and the people beyond the walls. She thought of when she was in the ground. The many land slides that she had hoped meant she'd be found. The sound of rain and the animals. Wondering of the passage of time and how she even missed the tick tick tick of her mechanism. The sound of life for her. Like a heart beat to mortals. Like the bat of birds wings...<br/><br/>She only half heard his words. She only gave an "Mmhmm..."<br/><br/>Her mind far away and she was so relaxed. She felt warm and comfortable and for a moment, at peace. She did not imediately notice his hands upon her. Nor his presence. She relaxed more her limp body docile to his massage. She tilted her head absent of the thought connected with his firm hands loosening muscles she had not had worked in possibly a century. A soft murmur escaped her lips and she fluttered open her eyes. She gain a more lucid conciousness before she came to the fact that a bath didn't massage... a person did.<br/><br/>She turned her head to him her eyes wide and her mouth agape she brought her arms up to shield herself...best she could looking at him. She couldn't make her voice come she just looked at him as he looked at her.