At the sight of her companions in various states of undress, Deja's composure momentarily cracks and she stands, agape, staring.  Seeing Wrenn's bare chest is, well,<i>quite nice,</i>since she's not currently trying to keep blood from leaking out of it and she can actually enjoy its contours and angles in this light.  She can see Yumi's bare, glistening shoulders and slightly dampened hair, and for a moment the slim half elf seems overpowered by shyness... perhaps because she didn't realize it was public, or moreso because that public includes her compatriots, whom have never even seen her out of armor, much less out of every stitch.<br/><br/>Still, the diplomat in her kicks in, and she opts to maintain her dignity and simply smile in return to Bunny-Julia as the young woman opens the leather buckles and straps, almost ticking the half-elf's slender ribcage in the process.  She stands freed of the gauntlets first and by reflex she wriggles her fingers and stretches and rubs at her slim wrists.  Then go the boots, taking almost an inch from her height as her small, surprisingly delicate feet find the warm, damp stone of the floor.  Her legs, lithe and proportionally long for her compact, half-human frame, are graced with the lovely shadows of healthy muscle and feminine accentuation.  Her middle is tawny, her small navel a slim dip in smooth flesh.  Then, ass the breastplate comes free, two healthy breasts, just the size of a large man's palmfuls, sit pert and attentive, slightly lifted by good posture and tone, the faint pink tips pointing almost up and out rather than sitting patiently.  The skirt and leather fringe follow with the plate, and fine-gold nether hair peeks between her closed legs.<br/><br/>She smiles and places her hand over the silvery metal chain and helmet-crest that dangles like a large coin from around her neck, indicating she will keep it.  Forcing herself to be in no hurry-- no shame should be had for the creations and earnings of the gods and goddesses god will and intention-- the cleric gently steps into the bath without making eye contact and-- at the rush of warmth, emits a soft coo of pleasure as her eyes flutter closed.  She steps further in, tips her face aside and softly gasps at the relief of the warm water, and then-- once up to her chin-- sighs a long breath of satisfaction and relief.  "Thank you so much," she says... perhaps to her goddess, perhaps to Bunny-Julia.