“Ssshiris,” the more alert twin uttered with a slight nod, dragging her gaze from the strange half-breed child to the priest. The lizard-man word she had spoken did not translate to Common, meaning both thanks and apology for what may happen. Her gaze slid back to the child, the edges of her eyes tightening slightly and her lips twitching downward, a flare of emotion she struggled to hide.<br/><br/>“You have a bath?” she asked, her tone disbelieving. Streams and lakes had been their baths in their childhood, only knowing what warm water felt like in the last few years when they visited bathhouses. She knew moneybags had their own, more from word-of-mouth than from actually seeing any, but she doubted a temple would have one, for guests off the street no less. She suspected the ‘bath’ was a bucket of water and a sodden cloth, though she and her sister were both grimy from road dust and sweat and wouldn’t turn down even that. “All right then. Come on.” She took her sister’s wrist and practically dragged her to the curtain, not even dropping their bags on the bed, knowing not to leave their belongings unguarded. She drew back the curtain, curious to see this ‘bath’.<br/>