From inside the Lord's bathroom laid the girl soaking in the tub. A few of the heating stones were tossed in to warm the water to a blissful temperature to relax her muscles. It had been odd to be a human once more considering how long she had stayed as a wolf. More so, she couldn't believe she shifted back to her humanoid form with him except since she had been a canine there were no need for clothes so why would her human self have them? Thankfully, he was what she never thought a male could be. He didn't care what she wore, what she didn't, or any of the frivolous stuff. No, he actually tried to communicate with her. His eyes never left her own if only to close when he kissed her. Her mind replayed the moments in her head over and over again as she laid her head against the rim of the tub. It was a moment she never wanted to leave. It was so perfect and yet...
Lia snapped back to reality at the knock at the door. A servant had come by with clothes and some things for Lia to get ready. Oh how she wished they could have just stayed together in bed and not have to deal with the outside world or even those within the fortress, but it was what she signed up for. Besides, he was trying to make something for her. The gesture was sweet and Lia couldn't pass up the opportunity. A sigh escaped her lips as she reluctantly emerged from the bathe. She grabbed the nearest towel to dry off with and wrapped it swiftly around her body before making her way to the door. Just behind it was the servant with a small pile of things for her. They rarely came into the room and from what she observed, Razor's room seemed to be off-limits; more so when she was here as well. Lia thanked the servant as she took the pile from them and returned to the comfort of the room to get ready.
The servant waited patiently outside to bring Lia to where their master waited. Lia meanwhile took her time as she got dressed. While she wanted to get to Razor quickly, there was a sort of comfort in being permitted to be in his room as she was. Maybe it was the intimacy of it, the restrictions on who was allowed to even be near the door, or that it was just Razor's room but she loved being here. Within due time, the girl was dressed and reemerged to join the servant who greeted the girl and led her down the tunnels to where Razor laid waiting.