~Iellwen~<br/><br/>Striding into the bath house with all the arrogant air of someone accustomed to commanding at least her own destiny, the dark drowess barely even registered that her Ilharess had a male present. Only that she was there at all, and in so seeing her, went down to one knee in the customary manner of a soldier giving respect to a commanding officer, not a daughter her mother.<br/><br/>Although the motion itself was made with a fluid grace that betrayed the feminine mannerisms of the dark drowess, the action itself caused a soft myriad of sounds from the whisper of her thick deep gray traveling cloak as its folds pooled around her like soft ink, to the creak and protest of the leather armor that so adorned her svelte form. She paid it no heed though, only froze in her pose as she awaited her Ilhar to acknowledge and address her.<br/><br/>Glacier eyes stared almost unseeing through a shock of crimson tipped bangs at the cold stone tiled floor before her, and gave the outward illusion of distraction, although the warrior was acutely aware of every nuance within the expansive humidity of the chamber.