The hot water feels divine on her sore muscles, but she goes through shampooing and conditioning her hair as quickly as she can, hearing muffled talk from the other room as their food arrives as she finishes rinsing off. Stepping out of the stall, she runs the towel over herself before wrapping it around her wet hair, flipping the tail of it behind her. She pulls on clean underwear and grabs a fluffy robe off the hook, not bothering with other clothing yet with her skin still a bit damp. Instead she wraps the robe around her body closely and ties the sash about her waist firmly before stepping out, smiling as she pads closer to the bed.

"Smells good," she says, feeling her belly growl a little. "Did they get us our ice cream? I did have to namedrop for that."