For a moment, Ashlynn hissed again when her bruised flesh made contact with the warm water but by the time Nyrielle helped her into a sitting posture in the luxurious tub, the pain had faded away. In its place, she felt a warm, drifting sensation that didn't come entirely from the water but also from a trace of Nyrielle's magic.
"You are my darling Ashlynn," Nyrielle said softly as she began to caress the young woman's tender flesh with lavender-scented soap and a soft brush. "You can ask me for help like this when you need it."
As Nyrielle began to help Ashlynn wash, steam rose in delicate wisps, carrying the gentle scent of lavender that seemed to seep into her very pores. The smooth surface of the marble pool felt cool against her back, a pleasant contrast to the water's warmth that also spoke to how recently Nyrielle had decided to make use of the pool.
