Evarista was half-expecting him to jerk away from her touch, so seeing him use her legs as a recliner was an unexpected development. He was light enough that his weight didn't cause discomfort, on the contrary, the sudden skinship was welcome. What a bold initiative. She remembered the morning, the bed, and the way he had reacted like a scared rodent to her touch. The scared rodent vibe was still present in his movements, but he no longer leaned away. This was a significant development, and it made her happy. Evarista had no idea what she was doing right, but obviously it was working. Her satisfied smirk widened into a maniacal grin, which the boy in front of her fortunately couldn't see. Pleasant company, he said?
"Yes, Hwyn." She reached out for his soaped head, giving his hair a light stroke. Her fingers snuck behind his ear, massaging gently. "You are."
The last motion was something she caught herself doing almost subconsciously; a strange whim. She was scratching him behind the ear as if he was a pet. No, not 'as if', he was actually her pet, wasn't he? That idle thought, along with the neediness in his voice just now, made her view the boy in a completely new light, as if she serendipitously found the key to make this relationship work. Verily, he was not a person, nor was he an object. He was a pet. He wanted to be a pet.
Pets had only three needs. Food, exercise and attention. A plentiful supply of these three things guaranteed undying loyalty. What a wonderfully simple explanation! Evarista loved simple systems, because they were systems she could actually understand. Now that the fudged and unfathomable complexities of human nature were out of the way, the girl had something she could work with. Yes, she could work with this indeed.
"Fufu... fufufu..." She continued snickering as she petted him, her eyes blank and almost devoid of consciousness.
Bryony was now back after another trip out, now carrying some dry towels and a change of clothes for Evarista. One glance told her that the older girl was soon going to sink below the surface and drown if left alone, and she gave a weary sigh. The need for babysitting would never end, would it? The maid put the clothes on the table nearby, rolled up her sleeves, and began pulling the steamed-up Nitrozian out of the bath, politely admonishing her for her carelessness and getting only dull snickering in return. After wrapping Evarista in a big towel, she then helped Hwyn out of the bathtub, and give him a towel as well. He had no change of clothes, so he'd have to be content with getting back into his regular maid outfit, which was still reasonably clean, if a bit damp from the moist air in the cabin.
Lazily pulling on the linen shirt and trousers, Evarista shuffled out of the cabin with a content look on her face, a visible veil of steam still rising from her. Bryony chased after her with an annoyed face and a towel, then wrapping the latter around the older girl's head like a turban. Whoops, forgot to do that, hehe. Waiting for Hwyn to catch up, she strutted slowly through the garden. Judging from the position of the sun, it was well past noon. They've been in the bath much longer than expected, but as far as Evarista was concerned, it was time well spent.
Reaching the door to the blooded residence, she felt the pinch of hunger in her stomach, for the first time in days. Her appetite was finally back. This morning has proven highly rejuvenating. Was it thanks to Hwyn, or the bath? Or both? A combination of those two things was certainly more than the sum of its parts, that much she could say. Maybe she could enjoy a late lunch with Hwyn's music in the background? For every song he played, she'd treat him to something from her table. Like giving treats to a pet for performing tricks. The more she thought about that, the more sense it made. Just as she didn't care about his innermost secrets, he probably didn't care about hers. He only wanted to be treated decently, at least, that was all he was in a position to wish. She had no problem with giving him what he wanted... as long as he gave her what she wanted first.
"Hmm... late lunch. What do you say?" she asked in a relaxed tone, throwing Hwyn the usual amused glance and smirk. And, just as usual, the question was rhetorical; she was already making her way through the corridors to the dining hall. That same dining hall he was originally, falsely, invited to. When they arrived, it was empty, as lunch hours were long over. Noticing their arrival, a manservant that was cleaning the floor greeted them. Evarista asked him to bring her lunch, which he soon did. Evarista seated herself at the very corner of the long table and witnessed the food before her; it was barbecued chicken fillet with fresh vegetables. Simple, but the aroma made her mouth water uncontrollably. She hasn't had a proper mean for over thirty bells now, and neither has Hwyn. Of course, there was no individual meal for him, but that was part of the plan. Luckily, Bryony hadn't forgotten to give him the violin on his way out of the cabin, so he was still carrying it.
"Hmm. I enjoy your music, Hwyn. Will you play another song for me? If I really like it, I might share some of my food with you."
There was no hint of malice in her voice, but the way she demonstratively put a piece of delicious chicken into her mouth and chewed on it with an elated look on her face, was teasing enough. The aroma of grilled poultry was beginning to spread through the dining hall tantalizingly.