Well shit.

What would happen if the daggers were broken? Would she die? Or would they return to her soul?

That was all very complicated, and Brianna simply gave a shrug in response as she listened to Zaeren talk. She nodded along with what he said. "You're absolutely right. I've never heard of a tarsian before, and honestly everything sounds really complicated and above me. I don't do politics. I shoot things, skin them, and sell their body parts." She shrugged again, her lips pulled thin and tight.

"Eat your soup," she teased, lightening up. With a smile, she stored what remained of the soup in a large bottle, using her water magic to transfer it from pot to bottle. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she concentrated, but with only a few drops spilled onto the table, it went pretty well!

"I don't care what or who you are. You've been good to me, and like I said earlier, you can count on me to kill that dragon with you," Brianna said, carrying the dishes to the sink. Drawing up water, she began to clean. "You're not getting rid of me easily, you know." She cast him a teasing wink over her shoulder, tail swishing in amusement. Cleaning was quick and easy, and before long the dishes were set aside to dry. In spite of her light tone, there was still a feeling of melancholy in the room, as though a shroud had settled over her companion.

With soft feet, the woman approached Zaeren from behind, and wrapped her arms around him. Pressing her chest against his back as she leaned over to caress his cheek gently while she purred, "We will go and stop this tyranny, Zae. We. You don't have to carry the burden of your tasks alone anymore."

Brianna brushed her lips against his cheek in a gentle, fleeting kiss, before rubbing her cheek against his. It was nice being able to hold him like this, much as he'd done for her before. Had he been standing, well, the thought made her chuckle. "Enough brooding. We've both done enough of that today," the feline crooned. "I do believe you promised me a bath, hm? I've got scented bath oils~"

The woman's cheeks burned red at his words. His words were gentle, his touches soft. He'd even pressed his lips against hers, for the briefest of moments. He'd turned the tables on her, and initiated more. Was he just teasing her? Brianna ran a hand through his hair, her head spinning. Gods, how had this happened. A strange twist of fate in a human city, and she was with a man of a mysterious race, who was on his way to kill a king. A dragon king.

But he was right. For now, all they had to do was focus on each other. Tonight, she could relax. If Zaeren would let her.

"Of course," she said with a smile and a purr, pulling away from him to go rummage through her pack. Oils, oils...which would she use? Something exotic, surely. Vanilla was always a good base scent, and she held the small bottle delicately in her hands. Cinnamon was another nice scent. It'd pair well with Zaeren's own natural scent. Okay, so vanilla and cinnamon, a hint of black pepper, and a drop of patchouli oil. Brianna smiled at her choices, and slipped into the side room.

The bath was enormous, for her at least. But she supposed a man of his size needed a bath to match. She began to draw the water, letting it run hot. Sitting on the edge of the tub while she waited, Brianna ran her hands through her wild locks, tying them up and out of the way so she could soak without fear. Putting the stopper in and letting the tub fill up, she added her oils and let the scent fill the room. Breathing deeply, she let herself relax.

When the water reached a good depth, the kelahati stood up and slid her loincloth off her hips, tossing them aside as she slid into the hot water. "Oh, that's niiiice," she said with a purr, sinking into the water up to her chin. Closing her eyes, Brianna sighed contentedly. It'd been so long since she'd had a bath, she almost forgotten the words Zaeren had spoken to her just before.

Almost.

"Of course I'm peaceful," she said with a teasing tone to her voice, leaning into the man as he used his hands to pull her closer. "Do you know how long it's been since I've had a proper hot bath? Years!" Brianna exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. "As good as taking cold baths in a river is for my skin, sometimes a girl just wants to be pampered in a nice hot soak." She reached up to run her fingers through his hair, her own smile brightening at his own. "But you did keep your promise. Thank you," she purred, "for treating me to a nice bath."

The way he was looking at her made the woman blush, her eyes darting to anywhere but his own. Which given Zaeren's physique, wasn't all too bad of a view. This only made her blush more, but at least she could play that off as the steam, and his gentle affections left her head swimming. She hadn't been treated this way in, well, ever, and she'd be lying if the heat of the room and the heat of his gaze wasn't filling her head with all manner of thoughts.

Letting her hands wander up his chest to his shoulders, she began to massage him gently. "Seems like I'm not the only one who needs to relax," Brianna quipped, her eyes glittering mischievously. "We can fix that." Her lips brushes against his collarbone. "I can fix that." She let her hands work at the knots in his muscles, gently but firm. "It's the least I can do, but..." she trailed off, grinning wickedly as she deemed it was time to turn the tables on Zaeren, who seemed to enjoy making her think of nothing but him.

She let her body slide over his chest, pulling much of her curves out of the water to press against him so she could purr into his ear, "I'm certainly not complaining."