For the next few minutes, Deja savors the exquisite luxury of the bath... her earlier uninhibited 'enjoyment' is not repeated to such an extreme (evidently, the few minutes of personal service was quite satisfactory, and she wishes not to over-indulge...), but the blond half-elf lingers with her slim arms along the edge of the pool, her breasts half-covered by the surface of the water (They're certainly not the most impressive pair in the room, that's for sure, but what the half-elf lacks in extravagance she makes up for in delicacy).  She seems to rather unashamedly watch the others for a few minutes, measuring the time by the golden-amber liquor in her glass.<br/><br/>Once she's finished the mead, she stands and exits the pool, dripping a silvery sheen of water off her pale form until her escort wraps her in a rectangle of white knit terrycloth and wraps her in a robe.  Deja gestures to her armor and haversack, then asks the young woman to lead her to her quarters.  She walks slowly out of the bath chamber to follow Julie.