Miri gives a surprised yelp as she tumbles into the pool, her lithe body twisting to make the unexpected fall at least halfway graceful.  She comes back up, sputtering, her black hair now streaming straight down her back.  "You!"  She says, half indignant, half laughing as she stares at the other woman exasperatedly.  As Jordan settles into the water, Miri sweeps her arms, splashing her enthusiastically before retreating to her own spot, a bit along the wall from where Jordan sits.<br/><br/>Miri, too, sighs, relaxing into the hot water.  For her, it is not so much the cleaning, but rather the relaxing  that she needed.  She wasn't sore, exactly, more weary.  Her mind flashes back to her experience in the arena, with every part of her body shaking with pleasure... grimly, she forces her mind away from it.<br/><br/>Sinking down slightly in the water, Miri leans back, allowing her eyes to drift up to the ceiling.  The position and the water both do interesting things to her firm, full breasts; they seem to float, lifting and bobbing lightly with the gentle motion of the water and her breath, her pink nipples just barely visible.  They rise and fall as she gives a deep sigh.  Suddenly, her casual upwards gaze becomes much more arrested.  "Jordan."  She says, her voice just a touch excited.  "Those vents on the ceiling... they must go somewhere, yes?"  Alas, they were some thirty feet up in the air.  She subsides reluctantly, her lips twisting at Jordan's last comment.  "I start to get pruney if I stay in the bath too long."  She says, extending one slender arm to inspect her fingers.