Sophie stares in amazement, looking at the expense that must have gone into the place. It is quite stunning, though after a few seconds, she remembers how much stuff she is carrying, and decides to rid herself of some of it. She lowers her backpack to the ground, before working at some of the well-oiled buckles of her gleaming armour. Once they are undone, she slides it off her torso, placing it to the ground with a quiet groan.<br/><br/>"It might not look that heavy, but over the course of a busy day, wow..."<br/><br/>Immediately her fingers dig into her neck muscles, massaging away some of the discomfort, and she then peels off her two thin layers of silk shirts, marked with sweat, to properly mop her forehead and get herself a little more cleaned up. She makes full use of the pool, kneeling down and splashing the cool water over her face and neck. When she arises, her pert breasts bare, droplets of water trailing along the contours of her body, she grins and wipes the damp hair away from her eyes.<br/><br/>"This place is amazing, Quitxi. Certainly much better than staying at an inn of any variety. Tell me, how hurt are you both? I can tend to any remaining wounds now, and could massage away any lingering discomfort if you like. It's part of the training, really. I need to be good not only at fighting, but also at keeping people in a good condition - physical and psychological - to fight."