Celestiel's legs felt as though they were jelly, unstable beneath her and although it had been quite a while since they had emerged from the water, she still felt them weak and unable to properly keep her up.
She was sat on the edge of her bed, wrapped in her bath towel. It was already sun down when they has resurfaced and Theseus was now being tended to by the pirate physician.
As for Sebastian, he had gone into his study the minute they resurfaced, followed by Leonore and Reagan, to discuss the next line of action.
Celestiel had noticed the King was in a rather sour mood as he seemed a little out of it. The princess concluded that he was probably only stressed and had decided to let him be while he worked.
"Celestiel, I am back with your bath towels," Aletta walked through the door to her chambers, holding a couple more bath towels.
