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[A young woman appears. Her long, dark hair is tangled and soaking wet, hanging down in front of her haggard face. Her age is hard to pin down, but it’s clear that she’s seen better days. And worse days, for that matter.]

There is rain that falls from a pipe here!

[This was a fact she’d learned with a shriek when she’d decided to play ‘what does this knob do’ in her room.

Her face lights up when she speaks, though, her accent clearly French.]

First it scalded, then when I tried to turn it off it became incredibly cold! [She giggles though, a rather ugly sound, and moves over to flop down on her bed melodramatically. On her right hand, visible as she gets comfortable, a bright red circular scar can be seen.] And such a bed! Have you ever seen such a bed before?

[She exhales, relaxing into the mattress.]

If this is heaven, I believe I am in the wrong place.

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I promise, if anything should happen, I'll save you.

Thank you. [In a moment of impulsivity, she leans over and kisses his cheek.] You are good to me.

[Well that's nice.]

Not at all. You deserve good things given to you, my lady.

I am hardly considered a lady back home.

You aren't back home, here you can be whatever you want.

I would like that. There is no one here from before to know me.

Even if there were, they have no say on who you choose to be here.

My father disagree with you.

[She leans against him casually, her arms across her chest to obscure what little chest she had to obscure.]

Then I would say that your father is not nearly creative enough.

[Seregil knows well that there are people like that. He, however, is not one of them.]

No, certainly not, that much is very true.

I don't miss him. Knowing him, he will not realize I am gone, not until he finds our bodies.

Well, your being here is more to the benefit of us.

Merci.

[She sinks down in the water slightly, letting the warm water wash over her shoulders. She closes her eyes, exhaling with delight.]

This is the warmest bath.

The pools are heated for just that reason.

[He can't help smirking with prie over the baths.]

And for that I am so grateful.

Would you like me to wash your back, or would you like to soak a bit longer?

[It's not suggestive as Seregil has no sexual desire for anyone but Alec.]

Oh! You may wash my back, yes!

Hot water, soap. [She exhales with delight.] A man's soft hands.

Then come this way.

[He carefully moves, standing so as not to let her fall over into the water.]

[Eponine keeps her seat, but pulls her hair over her wounded shoulder to allow him full access to her scarred and marked back.]

And your partner does not mind?