Luxury wasn't something to be desired, not in a state such as this. Still, there were lines between rationality and foolishness. She had refused wine and rich food at the banquet, nibbling bread and fruit instead. She could not tolerate the tittering conversations of the elite, had remained silent in the face of it. Yet in this land she must survive, meaning some token effort was called for. For now. For this time that she had no other information to go on.

So she took a bath. Which, she had to admit, no number of morals or philosophy could stop from feeling good on her aching muscles. She slid back into the pool, only her shaved head still visible about the steam, and smiled slightly to herself as her eyes slipped shut.

"Even shadows offer comfort."