( It's been too long since Benedikta was last able to enjoy the promise of a long, hot, uninterrupted soak. Between the attentions of Kupka and Barnabas she'd had to keep herself readily available to entertain — but now she's here, they're not, and since everything that gave her any modicum of power is gone? At the very least she's going to pamper herself.

Fuck them.

Fuck them all.

She's settled comfortably with her eyes closed, her head tilted back against the stone, when she hears footsteps moving towards her. A shallow crease works its way between her brows as she lets one open into a slit — before openin both fully as a woman disobes and slides into the water opposite her.

... Honestly. The gall?? )

This spring is occupied, as you can see.

( She lifes a hand to make a vague shooing gesture. )

Surely you can find somewhere else?