Celeste felt the warmth of her blood putting a flush to her cheeks, that lightness of head that came with just enough wine.  She'd had many celebrations like this and knew well her limit.  She could drink quite a bit considering her size and experience, but she still took care not to go overboard.  She'd been much like Rose in the very beginning, without a taste for any wine or ales, but it had grown on her at the behest of the leader of her previous house and now she had an appreciation for it.  Still, knowing that they had someone like the fennmink among them and Onyx for whom alcohol had no real effect, the gator had elected to choose a fruitier wine, something mild to appeal to the others.  Enough of it still had the intended effect, though, and there were plenty of empty bottles strewn about as they left the dining room.<br/><br/>Celeste watched Rose carefully.  She was sure the smallest member of the house would be regretting her indulgence in the morning, but Onyx did well to take care of her and Celeste would be there as well.  Being the oldest, she'd picked up a few hangover cures that she'd made her own.  All in all, despite the ravenous appetites of the dragon and gator, the fennmink was in relatively good hands.  Celeste also considered Niassa, though, and she noticed that the wolf had restrained herself somewhat during the feast.  She'd met many who were uncomfortable with boasting (Celeste herself fell into this category for the most part although she took a certain pride in the accomplishments of those underneath her) and she didn't begrudge Niassa that modesty.  What she was worried about, however, was how in-her-own-head the wolf seemed.  It helped to reflect on a battle, but one could certainly go overboard with such thoughts.<br/><br/>So, as Onyx moved on along with Rose up the steps towards the baths, Celeste lagged behind a bit to walk with Niassa, "I've seen that look.  I think I know what you're thinking."  She said, wide hips swaying along with her tail as she kept pace, "Try not to overthink your battle.  You're not the only one who paid close attention to the fight and if it makes you feel any better, I've already thought of a few regiments we could add to your training to target your weak-spots.  For now, just try and relax.  In my opinion, that's the best thing post-battle.  It keeps the mind healthy and sharp, not to mention the body."<br/><br/>Celeste reached down with a clawed, feminine hand and patted Niassa's pert behind.  She thought about letting the hand linger and sink her digits into the firm flesh, but she knew that was the wine talking.  Not that she wouldn't do it under normal circumstances, but now just didn't seem like the time.  Soon, though, it might be.<br/><br/>Finally, the group reached the baths.  The room that had been afforded to the house was simple, but luxurious compared to what most people (non-gladiators) got to enjoy outside of paid baths.  The floor of the baths was stone, troughs along the walls that drained water that spilled out from a large tub centered in the middle of the room.  Even with people as large as Onyx and Celeste, it was still capable of accommodating three or four people (although four like Onyx would have to squeeze together pretty tight).  Near the walls were showers complete with knobs to control temperature, but the bath itself was supplied with a constant stream of natural hot spring water from a nearby source.  Excess trickled over the edge and kept the floor damp and warm while the air was kept nice and steamy.  The special sandstone used to construct the floor, however, kept up enough traction to make sure it was never too slick to walk on.