After about an hour, the twins stared down at Arad, "How is it now?" sweat dripped across their faces as they panted. The bath's steam only made it harder to breathe.
"Better," Arad replied. He could feel his being a bit lighter than before. Their effort worked to an acceptable degree.
The twins jumped down his back and fell on the floor, exhausted. Isdis and the bathmaids sat down, trying to catch their breath.
"That was tough." One of the bathmaids sighed, feeling arms screaming in pain.
"Really, what is he made from?" Another one looked at the ceiling, wanting nothing more than to take a nap.
"I'm going to get some water," The last of the bathmaids stood and went out for a moment.
"Don't relax too much. We still have the tail and wings," Isdis said, trying to stand up.
The twins stared at her, "You must be joking, right?"
