<strong>Aeryn Sunlight<br/>With Eshalu <br/>A bathing chamber, Magna Sophia chapterhouse, Point Respite.</strong><br/><br/>"A battle is not a hunt.  Much more chaotic, far less elegant."  Aeryn was glowing at the praise, her copper skin hiding her faint flush.  She had gently laid the one leg back in the water, had lifted the other and having scrubbed it to the knee, she passed the soap to Eshalu and leaned back against her own end of the tub.  but now her legs enclosed the elf's, toes curling and flexing under water, lightly brushing paler hips.<br/><br/>"We take no oath of non-violence in the Society.  That would be insane.  But we don't start a conflict.  Well, we don't start the fighting.  And when we have to fight, we withdraw as soon as we can.  If we can."  The scholar's hands had diped below the water, hands resting lightly on Eshalu's ankles, fingers lightly strokin along the backs of the calves.  Then pressing a bit more firmly, an roundiing, massagiing touch traveling up to the knes very slowly, then back down to the ankles, drifting downwards, fingers curling over to rub insoles, soles of the feet. ery gently massaging toes, then slowly moving back to the ankles to work on the tendons at the heels.<br/><br/>"May I scrub your back?  Sorry, I mean, would you like me to scrub your back?"  A catch in her voice, unsteady words, no doubt of that.