Xyveris would take the articles of clothing as she'd strip them, putting them near the steps as it helps her into the tub.  "You could always give up your magic when you were done with everything here," Xyveris said.  "But you may find that difficult to do.  Magic changes everything.  Upset with the world?  Go blow something up.  Need money?  Enchant a few people to give you theirs.  Dislike a certain person?  Conjure up a little nasty and have it eat the individual."  Xyveris shrugged its shoulders as it leaned against the tub, staring down at her.<br/><br/>"Magic is what makes the world bearable for some of us," Xyveris said softly.  "We come from an age that no longer exists within this world.  Science and reason has taken over as the norm for the world.  But in centuries past?  We were the norm."  Xyveris sighed and shook its head.  "But it's no longer that way.  Now we must hide in this fashion, as a freak show that travels from place to place.  Collecting a few souls here and there, breeding as best we can."