Yuria's expression changes none, but her eyes, if Mylanna were to pay close attention, spoke of keen interest mixed with a fey-ish sort of playfulness that seemed innate in the woman's personality.  She adjusts how she's sitting slightly as she brings you up from the water, before again wetting the sponge and making sure it could still make a good lather.<br/><br/>"A born lycanthrope... that is very interesting, and a society where weretigers may be intermittently born?  Doubly so." Yuria says as her other hand disappears under the water, where My can feel her hand sliding beneath her leg "I'm sure the Fangshields would be interested in learning of such a village; the association with them would greatly help them, especially if your tigers are every bit as good a person, and as good a scout, as you are."<br/><br/>Her hand lifts one of your legs out of the water, extending it fully and making you lean back, her body adjusting so that her breasts rested upon the edge of the tub.  She notes the anklet you still are wearing, glancing back to your face, and wiggles your leg back and forth a bit, seeing if you would again respond like a kitten to a shiny new bauble.  Then, she would begin to wash the leg she held, starting with the sole, scrubbing it a bit rougher given it's frequent use for walking, then moved on to the rest of her foot, washing every bit of it with a caring touch, even washing the anklet (she determined it was not one to be harmed by water or soap) as she moved up the leg, scrubbing gently, almost caressing your soft skin with the suds.<br/><br/>"You know, I find you were-creatures quite fascinating, in a way.  A mixture of sentience and feral, civilized and uncivilized, tame and wild... I've studied all sorts of them, you know, partl7 because I'm often called to hunt them down to, usually, slay them, and partly because I simply find your lot<em>fascinating</em>and exotic."  she states as she scrubs up Mylanna's calf and to her knee "They've all been books though; I've never gotten the chance to study and learn from a live one, and since the so called 'hybrid' form fades when one dies, I've never gotten a good, proper look at one that wasn't in battle.  This may be presumptuous and rude to ask, but may I use you for studying?  It will mostly be questions, or demonstrations; I promise not to perform a vivisection upon you or anything.  Just... is there anything you would care to tell me about being one?  What it's like in hybrid form, or being an animal?  Does shifting hurt at all?  Anything you care to tell me would be absolutely lovely."<br/><br/>She is quite sincere in her desire and interest in your nature and hybrid form; it's apparent in her tone and eyes.  By now she's scrubbed up the entirety of the one leg, the soaping and sponge getting dangerously close up her inner thighs, before wrapping around and lifting her up to scrub one side of her buttocks fully, again getting dangerously close to a number of 'sensitive' areas without actually touching.  Rinsing your leg properly, she turns you in the tub to better reach your other leg, and proceeds to repeat the process, getting so very, very close to the more erotic and stimulating areas of the body, but yet again never touching them by the end of it.