If Borghast looked as if his favorite meal was being prepared, Sonja looked as if she was told she would have nothing but week old brussel sprouts for the rest of her life. Her lips twisted slightly, and her breaths were slightly faster then technically termed 'normal'.<br/><br/>Sonja shook her head, the loose damp strands of her dark hair swinging with the force of the motion. Her nose wrinkled slightly, and she caste her mind about for an excuse to delay any contact wtih him just a little bit further. "Your muddy, Ursa is efficient, I am sure your bath is already cooling by now." Her words were clipped, almost formal sounding, though they seemed to vibrate with the effort to keep them on an even tone.