Refreshed and eased by the warmth of the water and a bit unsettled by Paul's regard, Ainea turned her back on him as a signal that she would honor his privacy while he too bathed. She did not peek, but helped herself to some of the food and drink that so generously graced the table. No dainty little miss, she ate heartily as befitted the strenuous activities of the day.
Behind her the splashing of water told of Paul's enjoyment, so long denied them during their journey. This chamber provided a sense of security that allowed for relaxation in the midst of a fortress still in enemy hands. Somehow they both knew that nothing and nobody could harm them in this lair, it was warded by fey friends who would guard them well. The time seemed right for her to slip back into her clothes while Paul was occupied with his ablutions.
When she heard Paul footsteps approach from behind, she rose to refill his tankard. He was fully clothed, with his hair curling damp and dark around his brow. She squelched the impulse to kiss him but instead chose a bunch of purple grapes from the bounty on the table, and plucking the first of the luscious fruits, she proceeded to touch it to his lips. Her actions innocently tempting, as they shared the fruit between them. They both knew that this moment of serenity could not last nor must it be protracted.
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