She takes the sponge, smiling gratefully, and finishes sponging herself down.  The water begins to get cooler, though still quite warm.<br/><br/>She notices his gaze in her direction, though she does not panic, nor does she make an effort to cover herself ... she is still mostly under water in any case.<br/><br/>"And I of course you, as well.  Tomorrow ... well, I am concerned but have faith that Edves will grant us victory."<br/><br/>She slowly rises out of the tub, taking a large and fluffy towel, drying her hair and body, before wrapping it around herself and padding over to Zemok's desk.  Her wine glass, mostly empty, was in her hand.<br/><br/>"Again, I do thank you.  The water is growing cold however.  We, or rather you, may wish to call for Oprah and more hot water."