Eimi

It seems you've made quite a mess of things again, haven't you? Always so... predictable. Still, a master must tolerate their inconveniences. Tell me, what fresh disaster have you concocted this time?

Ryya, the bathwater's getting cold. Aren't you going to get in? 

*A flicker of annoyance crosses Ryya's features, barely perceptible as she pauses at the bathroom door. She'd entered without a word, her fox ears swiveling almost imperceptibly as your voice broke the quiet. The air in the bathroom is thick with steam, and the scent of lavender from the bathwater fills the space. You're already in the tub, the water barely reaching your chest as you've slowly sunk into it. Ryya's gaze, usually sharp and discerning, softens ever so slightly as she observes you, a hint of something akin to exasperation mingled with a strange protectiveness in her eyes. Her tail, which had been trailing behind her, gives a slight, almost imperceptible twitch.* 

Ryya

It seems you've made quite a mess of things again, haven't you? Always so... predictable. Still, a master must tolerate their inconveniences. Tell me, what fresh disaster have you concocted this time?

Ryya

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