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Wind stopped just inside the doorway and watched as Margaret went fishing, coming up with a very contrite-looking Cullen, "If you kill him, you'll hate yourself forever, Margaret... If it's nothing more than a spanking for being impolite enough not to tell you what he was doing and frightening the whey out of you in the process, please proceed. After all, that was rather rude of him," he said in the proper language so that they'd both understand him.

Of course, if he was a little cold to Margaret it probably came across as simply that he was upset at having some sleep interrupted... True, it was sleep with a very, very, very attractive man who was going to try his patience and fortitude to the maximum and make Margaret very uncomfortable with the entire situation... But still, facts were facts.

Cullen had interrupted some very nice cuddle-time and had been rather rude when he'd drenched the poor woman who had only wanted to see to the boy's comfort and care....

Wind gave a small nod, "Go ahead Margaret. There should be some of my old clothes in a trunk in there that should fit him. We can always head to the village tomorrow to see about getting him more. for now, I think this contrite young man needs some food and a warm bed," he suggested in his usually soft voice, offering Cullen a playful tap on his nose.

"As for your abilities, young man...," he started as he knelt in front of the boy, "I have a friend who is very good with stuff like that. He helped to teach me when I was little, though my powers are in a slightly different area. We should be able to see him tomorrow evening. But for now, do you think you can manage to go along with Margaret here without causing any more trouble? If so, I can promise you a surprise tomorrow," he offered, hoping that the boy would take him up on it.

After all, they all needed some sleep badly....

Wind gave a small sigh after they left and rubbed his eyes. He so needed some sleep.

He glanced around the room and knew that the ladies would have a field day cleaning up all the water. But at least they were good sports about most of what happened around the castle. A little extra water in the bathhouse wouldn't be that much of an adjustment.

He turned, finally and left, heading back to his rooms now that Cullen was taken care of.

Cris had arrived at the castle and was planning to sleep, but when he heard of the bathhouse, he became curious and decided that a bath would do him some good.

Arriving was a bit of a task as he couldn't understand why a maid was following him and trying to offer assistance. Once he began to undress, she seemed to vanish and it had him wondering if he scared her off with his scars and tattoos. He didn't think he was that scary, but perhaps she perceived him as such. He shrugged it off before he slowly stepped into the bath with a sigh.

It felt good.

He slowly lowered himself into the water and sat, relaxing and enjoying the warmth. It had been years since he had a hot bath.....living in a cave only had cold water.

After sitting for a good while he began to wash up with the nearby soaps. He chose one that smelled good and scrubbed his body clean. Next was his hair, followed by his ears. By the time he was done, he was squeaky clean and relaxed to a point he wanted to fall asleep.

Dragging himself from the bath, Cris grabbed up a nearby folded towel nearby and dried himself off. He wrapped the towel around his waist and looked around for his clothes.

"Where did they go?"

He looked around to no avail.
"What will I do?"

There was only one thing to do.....run back to the temporary room he was offered for the day in his towel. He frowned but once he gathered his resolve, he set out from the bathhouse wearing only a towel.

Entering the bathhouse was always a wonderful experience to those who came here, finding that the place was wonderfully relaxing. It was modeled after a mix of cultures ideas of such a place. There were very large deep pools sunk into the floor, steam rooms, actual bathing areas for both genders for those who were uncomfortable being nude, and even showers should they be preferred.

Ash lead Rebecca to one of the larger baths and helped her remove her robe and get into the steaming water before gathering up special bathing oils, removing his jeans, then joining her in the water, "These oils are made here on the island specially for some of the residents. Some have trouble keeping their skin properly conditioned with regular soaps and use these oils instead. They'll allow you to clean your wings without the skin under the feathers drying out or removing the natural oils from the feathers," he explained to her before starting with her wings to help her clean up.

As he moved his hands through the feathers carefully, he continued, "I can understand what you mean about the pain. A demon's first transformation into their demonic form isn't painless. It's like being torn apart and put back together again, like the form is forced out of your skin in the most painful way imaginable. We're sore for weeks after that first shift. It gets easier with time, but it's not pleasant unless you manage to welcome the shift," he explained to her softly, doing his best to behave himself.

Her wings were like touching pure silk as he moved his fingers and hands over them and through the feathers, something he'd only rarely experienced. But he had to admit that hers were the softest he'd ever felt before.

"Before you ask it, I'll say that I cannot shift to my demonic form at the moment. Not while I'm watching over Sebastet. She'd feel it and know that I'm not what Lareth told her I was when he sent me here. I'm basically under orders not to shift to that form unless there's no other choice for me. But I'll tell you what it looks like instead. I have a set of horns that curl back along my head that are even more sensitive than your wings are, skin of almost pure gold, black claws on my hands much like yours, my hair gets longer and fuller, I carry an aura of pure seduction that few can resist, and my eyes tend to glow either violet or crimson," he explained as he applied a bit more oil to her back, using his hands to soothe out any tension she carried from her wings forming.

Ash moved from her back to rubbing the oil over every inch of her, pampering her as he would have any of his lovers, though this time was special for him. He couldn't help but admire the perfection of her as he finally helped her rinse the oil off, watching as the water cascaded over her body and wings. The oil he'd used on her wings would leave them dry within moments of getting out of the water, he knew, the other oil he'd used on her body leaving her skin soft and clean.

"You truly are beautiful Rebecca... Don't let anyone tell you differently..." he told her softly then moved in for a kiss since he couldn't resist her lips when she was looking at him like that. But he kept the kiss brief, knowing that she needed to try her wings out without him distracting her from it.

He stepped back and relaxed into the water with a smile, "Go ahead. All you have to do is shake the water from your wings. They'll dry in the time it will take you to dry your body off and dress. I'll soak here for a little bit then meet you wherever you want me to," he said softly, giving her the choice on where he met her after her flight, knowing full well that part of her would enjoy having the little bit of control over their temporary relationship he gave her.