"Daine," a familiar tenor voice roused her. She sat up, startled, and water splashed over the edge of the basin. Her hair stuck to the side of her face in tendrils as she sputtered, gathering her bearings.
Numair hushed her, "easy. And you said you weren't tired," he laughed. When she looked at him he was facing away, eyes glued firmly on the ceiling. He was smirking, but a blush crept its way up his neck.
As the sleepy haze cleared from her mind she pulled her arms around herself. "Odd's Bobs!" The bathwater was cold, and the fire had dwindled low enough that it did little to help. All her insistence that she was fine and she had fallen asleep mid-bath.
"Please don't make me explain to any of our friends that you survived killer unicorns only to drown in your bathwater. Especially not Alanna; she rarely reacts well to bad news and I don't do well with physical violence." He stood and fetched a towel from the nearby stand, unfurling it and holding it out in front of him. His eyes continued to focus firmly on anything and everything but her. She sighed, wanting to argue but about what she wasn't sure. She clutched the edge of the basin and pushed herself up. Dizziness struck her as she rose, and she faltered. Before there was a chance of her falling, she felt strong arms wrap around her to hold her steady. She leaned against him, wrapped tightly in the towel, as he steadied her.
"Let's get you to bed; it's been a long day."