[ Is his drowsiness truly so apparent? Kasen laughs (something which, admittedly, brings about a smile of the King's own), and Sion turns briefly aside, as though he could hope to blink the sleep from his eyes before facing the man again (in this endeavor, he is marginally successful).

A light huff: ]

Before my arrival in the capital, the notion of public bathing alone was foreign to me, and now I am to wrap my mind around the idea of bathhouses cultivated for warriors?

[ Call him spartan, if you will. In his kingdom of far, far away, Sion had no love anything of comfort or of extravagance. Those who ventured into into his personal wing of the castle were often appalled, finding his quarters to be on par with Roland's dungeons. ]

...though upon reflection, perhaps I can see how this— [ Here, Sion makes a slow rotation of his ankles in the water. ] —might also boost company morale.

[ But ah, it would seem he is not entirely unwilling to bend.

Giving pause, after that, he reaches for Kasen, extending to him his hand. He has no doubt that his friend (friend, that word...) is displeased with him, yet, over what had happened too many nights ago, but... ]

As I am, I will not be able heal your lingering battle wounds. If you would wish them gone, I will require your aid.

[ A few moments of mana exchange, at most. ]