The feeling of Aria's tail rubbing along her skin, brushing over her shoulderblade and teasing her cheek, admittedly reminded Rose quite a bit of when Luneth had let her touch his leg fins.  It was just as warm, though admittedly rather more flexible than his fins had been.  And it felt just as interesting, though in a different way, the caresses of that spaded appendage sending shivers down her spine.  Mmm, the things she was already imagining it doing...  Well, perhaps it would be good to do more than just imagine, at least some time in the future.<br/><br/>"Oh, well earned indeed."  The shifter had to agree, following that beckoning tail into the water.  The feeling of the hot water running up her thighs as she sank down into the bath was simply wonderful, and she had to admit, the scents that had been put into the bathwater were mixing quite well together.  She sank down into it up to her neck, and allowed her eyes to drift shut as the warm water soothed muscles she hadn't even realized had been aching.  Letting out a contented sigh, she cracked one eye open and took a look at her companion again.  "Ahhh...  Hmm.  So you liked seeing me in action today, huh?  I have to admit, I was left rather impressed by you, as well.  Those kukri of yours were deadly, and you wield them with such grace.  About the best I can hope to do is bash through a foe's defenses and hit them as hard as possible...  Though I guess we saw that I can at least hit pretty hard when I need to."<br/><br/>Rising up out of the water again, she sat up a little straighter, giving the tiefling a more proper looking-over, now, while the water dripped off of her upper body.  Not too bad...  And not too many scars, at that.  Certainly none that would be incredibly noticeable.  The shifter's own body was in similar condition, healing magic having helped to knit torn flesh back together with very little in the way of scar tissue left over.  Just little thin lines that ran over her body in a few places.  Admittedly, the long, slashing one from that scimitar that ran across the front, just below her throat, would be pretty noticeable with the dress she had chosen, but she wasn't too concerned about it.  She was a warrior, after all.  Scars were things she was to wear with pride...  At least, so long as she had done worse to the thing that gave her the scar, anyway.<br/><br/>"I have to say, you look pretty good, yourself."  She complimented, her eyes returning to the woman's face once she had taken in all the details.  "Maybe not as prim and proper as some of the other women in this plane, but I always preferred the ones who were rougher around the edges, anyway.  Half the 'civilized' women back on Toril don't seem able to do more than scream and hide when there's trouble, anyway."