She's coming off her own shift, around then. Exhausted, and with much the same idea, truth be told. Now that it is warm enough, she desperately wants to remove the dirt from her because there's an option to do it here. Kinder than the slums in England where having a bath turned out to be a weekly activity, not the once a day she used to prefer at minimum. But since she could -
well, she gathered her clothes to change into, and made her way to the bathing time. There's something at this time, that she thinks she too will have something like privacy. Less hung up on it than most, but she'd never had it like they all seemed to go on about as either queen or pauper. But she did like having a few minutes to gather her own mind, make her plans, ponder her wars, and collect herself for another day.
Half in those thoughts enough that she doesn't hear him, when he arrived before she had. She can be shockingly single minded, sometimes, when she's got herself set on something. Doesn't see him, or just think he's some other person electing to take a bath at this time. She wasn't the only one on duty, after all.
Sinks down to her waist, raking her hair out the comb of her fingers so she can pile it up and out of her way. Didn't feel like waiting the hours it would need to dry. Rather she just lets the water rush over her and luxuriates in that before she opens her eyes. Blinking and - whoever was in here with her was... his back looked a mess. But not. Not battle wounds. No fighter worth his salt, no matter if they came from this planet, her home or a thousand stars away, left their back open to get those kinds of marks.
No, that looked closer to the whippings criminals received. Something that was forced to be taken. Forced to be endured to be like that. Her mouth opens, wondering, a soldier perhaps?
And then she catches the side of his face - "Dixon?"
ok but this song is literally them but reversed how gross I am so mad
well, she gathered her clothes to change into, and made her way to the bathing time. There's something at this time, that she thinks she too will have something like privacy. Less hung up on it than most, but she'd never had it like they all seemed to go on about as either queen or pauper. But she did like having a few minutes to gather her own mind, make her plans, ponder her wars, and collect herself for another day.
Half in those thoughts enough that she doesn't hear him, when he arrived before she had. She can be shockingly single minded, sometimes, when she's got herself set on something. Doesn't see him, or just think he's some other person electing to take a bath at this time. She wasn't the only one on duty, after all.
Sinks down to her waist, raking her hair out the comb of her fingers so she can pile it up and out of her way. Didn't feel like waiting the hours it would need to dry. Rather she just lets the water rush over her and luxuriates in that before she opens her eyes. Blinking and - whoever was in here with her was... his back looked a mess. But not. Not battle wounds. No fighter worth his salt, no matter if they came from this planet, her home or a thousand stars away, left their back open to get those kinds of marks.
No, that looked closer to the whippings criminals received. Something that was forced to be taken. Forced to be endured to be like that. Her mouth opens, wondering, a soldier perhaps?
And then she catches the side of his face - "Dixon?"