The armored man stirred violently as if from a nightmare. He noticed the cat but gave no indication of realizing the spell itself. Mumbling, and glancing about at his companions, the man began to chant a chant much like Randal's, several times in succession, casting healing upon himself. Then he rolled his head back, and let out a long groan and sigh. One of the redheaded twins quietly informed him, "Eveningstar; House of the Morning."<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>The blonde bobbed her head in a nod to Dev'Lan. "My pleasure. Come to think upon it, I myself have been remiss and not bathed in days...all apologies if my present state offends."<br/><br/>Seeming to know where she was going, despite wearing a different holy symbol than that of the clergy, she led Dev'Lan across an arcade and then a short ways down an interior stone hall, past several tiny midden rooms left open to air. On both occasions she glanced this way and that, "I am less certain of the etiquette of their use for visitors, if any - but I suppose if no one sees us go on, they can't possibly know better; I don't suppose they'd interrupt you once the door was closed. And if they spy you leaving - well by the, 'twould be too late!"<br/><br/>She ducked into a small chamber of bare ash-colored stone save for a narrow lit fireplace, a shelf, a chair, and a copper bath which stood on four lion-like legs."I suppose pumping your bath for you is the least I can do for your time," she gestured to the small hand pump in the wall which hung over one edge of the bath. "And would m'lord elf prefer it heated?" She gestured to the small iron shovel leaning near the fireplace, its probably purpose to move the round stones set in the fireplace to a pit underneath the tub, whence the heat of the stones would quickly heat the copper.<br/>