Tomb Raiding, Spiders, and Spell Flingers

With his warning given the healer pushed his way into the washroom, the bath's far edge fading into the dusk of candlelight. Wow, how romantic of you, he’d tease with a chuckle, moving to the side to cast down the clothes and towel carried. Casting a quick glance around to find her he witnessed the sudden shift in her usual brunt confidence. She shrunk, and for the dwarf to do so only encouraged the brat further, the itch to see how far he could push before he reigned himself in some. Her words reminding and sobering the professional side of him into action.

Dora wasn’t like the others. She had a code, or whatever and she stuck by it from what he’d witnessed in their few jaunts. This one had been a messy occasion, but in some sense the unlikely pairing had proved effective. Some fine tuning and perhaps if a second occasion presented itself they’d both make it out unscathed… but then he wouldn’t get to slip into the same tub as she, would he?

Ruth snickered, though unable to quite hide his own weariness of the day, No need to be so shy, Dora, it ain’t nothin’ I, a healer ain’t seen plenty times before. He was tired, she was exhausted and in need of healing, while teasing her mercilessly would be fun, Ruth also craved to be clean. The buckle of his belt clanged against the stone floor, pants soon following in a softer drop to the floor. His undershirt trailed past his waist to to the mid-thigh, towel now home over one shoulder when he began walking to the edge. If you don’t wanna see anythin’ I suggest you shut your eyes. Only time I’m gonna warn you Dora. I ain’t got nothing to be ashamed of.

Reaching the edge, Ruth first hung up the towel for later, his eyes taking one more glance over to the dwarf before he pulled the shirt over and took a step up to join her.