[She's content to soak there alone for a while as she waits, allowing the warmth to finally start seeping into her bones still chilled from the upper mountain. She's had plenty of hot baths before, but never quite like this, the water of the natural springs different from what she's used to. It's nice, and she can certainly get used to this over time. She even dunks her head beneath the water's surface, soaking herself completely.
And while she's lost count of the minutes, she does notice that he's taking quite a bit of time to get back. Enough time for Benedikta to start getting irritated... and then downright annoyed once she finally does check the time on her phone she's set aside at the edge of the pool to see that it's been nearly fifteen minutes.
How long does it take to grab a bottle of wine that he'd already ordered and come back? Fucking Founders...]
Ugh, Cidolfus... I told you not to keep me waiting.
[With a low, frustrated growl and a fire still burning in the pit of her stomach, she pulls herself out of the pool, snatches one of the thin silk robes provided by the inn from the rack, slips it on, and crosses the room, tying it loosely around herself with hardly a fasten. If she must go out and find him and drag him back by his ear for taking so long, then so be it.
And just before he goes to open the door, it will swing open itself, revealing a dripping wet Benedikta on the other side looking like an angry cat who's just come out of a bath.]
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And while she's lost count of the minutes, she does notice that he's taking quite a bit of time to get back. Enough time for Benedikta to start getting irritated... and then downright annoyed once she finally does check the time on her phone she's set aside at the edge of the pool to see that it's been nearly fifteen minutes.
How long does it take to grab a bottle of wine that he'd already ordered and come back? Fucking Founders...]
Ugh, Cidolfus... I told you not to keep me waiting.
[With a low, frustrated growl and a fire still burning in the pit of her stomach, she pulls herself out of the pool, snatches one of the thin silk robes provided by the inn from the rack, slips it on, and crosses the room, tying it loosely around herself with hardly a fasten. If she must go out and find him and drag him back by his ear for taking so long, then so be it.
And just before he goes to open the door, it will swing open itself, revealing a dripping wet Benedikta on the other side looking like an angry cat who's just come out of a bath.]