Lelika stirs slowly, having enjoyed a night of deep, unbroken sleep. She shakes a hand half-hearted at the air, as if attempting to brush aside the sunlight. After several groans she rolls onto her back and gathers herself together enough to answer you. “Yes Alison...Although I already feel our maiden’s presence in my legs. She disapproves of my actions, falling asleep without properly thanking my mistress. Now that I am rested, I must  right that wrong,” the half-elf suggests, her voice a sleepy murmur at first, but quickly waking up as, as she pushes herself off from the bed, a smile on her face as you eyes your body. Although she seems dubious about the size of the bath, and you realize the serving staff will have to be informed of your intention to bathe.