"...lady… my lady!"
Iyana's eyes jolted open, her body jerking in alarm as warm water splashed around her.
"My lady, you should really get out of the water before you start getting rashes," the maid suggested timidly, her hands nervously wringing the edge of her apron. It showed how she was scared to even be in Iyana's presence.
"Oh, right," Iyana mumbled, flustered at having dozed off in Vyan's private bath.
She rose from the water, dripping and slightly disoriented, as the maid hurriedly fetched towels.
"How long have I been soaking in here?" she asked, her voice still thick in a warm daze.
"I am not sure, my lady. Master just mentioned you hadn't come out in a while and was worried you might have slipped and hurt yourself," the maid replied.
"Did he think I would get impaled by something again?" Iyana chuckled in amusement, a hint of mischief in her eyes as the maid wrapped her in a fluffy bathrobe. "By the way, what's your name?"
