As soon as she realizes she's getting the bath to herself, Malia hangs up the cloak nearby and sinks into the water.   There's a lot to worry about right now but for the moment she focuses on herself and just how disgusting she feels.  Though she washed herself a little, there's still plenty of blood, dirt and ash from the hell that was the execution site... and the bucket of water wasn't anywhere close enough to clean her after the number the baroness' men had done to her even before they'd been thrown in the cell.  She can feel the night's trials rushing back to her for a moment and she sinks backwards into the tub, her head submerging under the water for a second so her groaning is turned into little more than muffled bubbling.   As she surfaces, hair clinging to her neck and shoulders, she notices Fen approaching through a few streamers of steam rising from the surface of the tub's water.  She gives the elf a weary look as the stone is lifted and her future sobriety is explained.<br/><br/><strong>"Figures.  ...Thanks though."</strong>She says quietly as she proceeds to soap up a small wash cloth and start scrubbing the dried blood off her arms.  The minutes tick by as she washes.  Like a frog in a pot of boiling water, she doesn't really notice the curse running wild with the new and plentiful sensations until it's too late.   At first the water just feels like a pleasant embrace, but the more time she spends in the water the more sensitive she starts feeling to it.  The comforting feeling of the washcloth going over her skin intensifies in tiny increments as she washes the ash and dirt and by the time she's washing her legs, the feeling is almost euphoric.   Long after her last peak and fold have been washed clean, she remains in the tub, her eyes looking glassy and unfocused as the sensations start to be overwhelming.<br/><br/>Even though the water isn't particularly hot in reality, her body makes it feel like she's in a particularly hot sauna.   Her vision quickly starts to play tricks on her and the gothic interior of the barracks starts to fade away as though the water were producing so much steam it obscures the entire room.   If anyone is sneaking a peek, it looks like Malia's body is a bit more red than should be normal and she's staring at her soapy hand with surprising intensity.  Even though it is, in fact, filled with nothing but suds, the ex-concubine starts to envision a heaping handful of warm mud in it instead.  Her face twists with a confused look and she turns her head slowly to scan the room to take in the shifting sights.   Everyone is still there...  talking casually.  Mina is continuing to act like a nitwit, but instead of them being in the sleeping room, everyone seems to be standing on the shores of a steaming mud bog with the surrounding flora straight out of the Mwangi expanse, though to Malia, the people around her quickly turn into little more than silhouettes in the thickening veil of steam.<br/><br/>Her chest rises and falls as she tries to control her panic and Malia quickly looks back down at the water to see herself waist-deep in the mud bog instead of a bath.  The surface of the bog is so heavy and clumped it barely has room to churn, but it clearly moves as she watches the mud rise upwards to creep over her chest.   Though there's a definite disconnect between what she's feeling and what she's seeing, her brain does an excellent job of tricking her body to make the rising mud real enough to the point she can swear the steaming murk is hugging her entire form.  Before she can really comprehend what's going on, her head sinks beneath the surface of the mud and the world blacks out for a few seconds.<br/><br/>Luckily, her uninterrupted breathing provides a big enough hint that she's hallucinating and she just barely keeps herself from screaming.   Blind to her actual surroundings, she grips the edges of the copper tub, her brain seamlessly producing a set of jungle branches in her grasp that allows her to pull herself out of the bog.  The hard floor turns into smooth shale stones on the bog's shore in her mind and she stumbles forward away from the bath, dripping wet.  She turns to the first silhouette of a person she can see and swallows nervously, trying to get a hold of herself as she fails to will away the visions.  Even a casual observer can probably tell she's seeing things or at the very least is dizzy.<br/><br/><strong>"Um- change- ...Is there a change of clothes anywhere?"</strong>She says through her slow, unsteady breaths, standing nary a foot away from a towel.