Vivian nodded her head, relaxing on Marcus warm skin. It was good there was no infection, so the sickness must have been from being overheated. She was used to the fires of hell, but never had to feel the heat when she did travel there for the insulating factor of her feathers. There had been no escaping Marcus' heat. Yawning, she agreed that rest would be all they needed, and the water was cooling her down quickly.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Marcus," she whispered to the dragon. Her stomach quickly quelled it's rebellion and it wasn't moments until she was shivering from the cool of the water as her body adjusted and healed. "I think I am well enough to get out."<br/><br/>She pulled herself away, standing in the large tub carefully, her long black hair wet and clinging to her thighs and back. Holding on, she stepped free of the water. Not bothering with a towel, she headed back to the bed, wobbling slightly but more steady on her feet than when she made her way to the bathroom an hour earlier.<br/><br/>The room was spelled to remain clean, something she was a tad fanatic about at home, the bed sheets changed and clean of any stains of blood from their mating. It felt good on her skin as she slipped between the cool sheets. She barely registered the change in temperature in the room, it heating up to accommodate her mate's preference. Other changes were already taking place, the spelled rooms moving his belongings into the places he had had them in his apartments. She would argue about this later, fight for some of the clutter free area she had always taken refuge in, but for now, sleep was her only desire.<br/><br/>Her black eyes looked for Marcus, waiting for the dragon to join her. She felt a moments worry that she would over heat again, but the bed was so cool, so comfortable. The room had split the bed for them, giving her a side that was ice to him, and just right for her to fight the overheating of their bodies together. "Comfort your mate?" she whispered.