"Huh. Why not?" He's a little bit nervous at how deep the water looks, but it's probably fine, it's not deeper than the watering-hole it just feels like it because the tub is narrower and rectangular. 

"In societies where people are rich enough to have multiple rooms in their houses, people are not usually naked in front of people of the other sex, except young children or when there's a good reason. If you don't particularly care about it I don't particularly care about it" except that if he developed a crush on her it would be the most awkward state of affairs in the ENTIRE UNIVERSE "but if you are comfortable trying being alone it's a good time to try it, when we have multiple rooms, and you can call if you need me."

This seems very weird to him but he nods gamely. "All right. I can try." He looks warily at the tub. "What do I...do. Once I'm in. Do I just sit in it?" 

"Usually there are - oils, and soaps and things." She looks to see if there are any around. "I can ask the staff for them."

There's a cake of soap in a dish by the smaller washbasin, and a folded towel next to it. There don't appear to be any oils. 

Well, that is probably complication enough for Ma'ar's first bath ever. 

He's aware of the existence of soap since yesterday, someone was washing dishes with it at the inn. 

Once Carissa leaves he takes off his clothes, and unties the dagger so he can put it right next to the bath in reaching distance while he very cautiously lowers himself in. It feels a lot hotter to the rest of his body than to his hands, and he squeaks and pauses a few times, but once he's all the way in it's - lovely, actually. Though it's making him feel very relaxed and sleepy, and he has to remember to pick up the soap and rub it with his wet hands and then wash himself like a dish. Which still seems ridiculous, but the dirt does come off. He didn't even know that was dirt, actually, he thought it was just his skin. Eventually he's even brave enough to dunk his head a bit and try to get the dirt out of his hair. 

Carissa meanwhile flops in the fancy bed and falls asleep, which doesn't usually happen to her.

She dreams that Leareth is there. She explains that she is in Velgarth, and he is very afraid, though he shows it only a little bit, and then she says that she met a Kiyamvir Ma'ar, is that him, is that what he was called, and then Leareth says, no, he was called Urtho, and then the gods drop rocks from the sky crushing both of them. It's a spectacularly unproductive dream and she wakes up thinking 'what an idiot, I had a chance to talk to him and didn't even ask what to do if I'm pregnant', and then wakes up the rest of the way and just feels - tired.

She Prestidigitates her clothes clean and looks in the mirror and worries.

Ma'ar spends a while once he's clean half-drowsing in the bath, staring vaguely at the water which is now sort of appallingly brown. 

Eventually, once he's almost nodded off a couple of times, he decides that he should probably - get out of the bath. Or something. Probably Carissa wants a turn, and if he's still tired he can sleep on the bed, it's right there and he won't drown if he falls asleep on it. 

He grasps the sides and manages to haul himself up and get his feet over the edge, it's very slippery, and he stands up - 

- and squawks and goes down on his bottom on the tile floor. 

She rushes in a second later. "Are you okay?"

He's sprawled confusedly on the floor, blinking and rubbing his forehead, not entirely sure how he got there. "I - don't feel good. Dizzy." 

Aaaaah how do you get an entire country with no healers she still has a handful of divine spells she hasn't used but those are all she's ever going to have -

"Did you hit your head? Let's get you out of the bathroom- you can lean on me -"

"I don't think so..." Standing up again feels even worse but he hangs onto Carissa, getting her clothes damp, and shuffles out. "Want to lie down - I feel too hot..." 

She hugs him. Looks wildly around for the nearest container where she could make some water for him.

There's a vase on a shelf, and some porcelain cups or jars up on a windowsill that are maybe intended to be decorative. 

If they can hold water they'll do. "Drink something."

"Mmkay." Ma'ar drinks a bit of water, and finds that he's very thirsty, even though he's just been in water so that seems weird. He gulps the rest. "...More?" 

Yes absolutely.

He drinks the second cup of water nearly as fast, and then flops on her.

"I - think I feel better. That was scary." He didn't mean to say that out loud, and wouldn't normally, but he's still slightly dazed. 

"Yeah." Hug. "I'm sorry."

He's very drowsy again, and leans into the hug - remembers that his dagger isn't here, mumbles something to Carissa about it, but he's too sleepy to move even for that. For the first time in days he's relaxed and his muscles aren't hurting everywhere and it's peaceful and quiet in the room, which has walls and a door, and also Carissa, who's a lot more dangerous than his dagger - she made it for him...

She snuggles him and doesn't say anything. Probably the kid could stand to sleep more than he has been.

Within five minutes he's soundly asleep on her; he seems more relaxed than he did on the first night, in the tent. 

Well. She has several problems she needs to solve, here and now, but that in particular just seems - good.

She opens the door to see if she can get a servant to drain the bath, she wants clean water for the new one. Maybe they'll have surfaced her spending money in the meantime, though she doesn't intend to ask about it again.

She gets the young girl again, who can do that for her ladyship, yes ma'am! Also the matron will be by soon, and was asking what time she would like them to take their supper tonight, is sunset all right or does she prefer earlier, and if she finding everything here all right, if the sheets aren't soft enough they can look for better ones. (She heard once that really rich people sleep on silk sheets, which seems absurd but who knows.)