She was kneeling behind me in the warm water, her pale skin glistening with moisture, her bunny ears wet and drooping slightly.
Her eyes mety closed ones with their usual calm, unreadable expression.
"Tzadok-sama seemed to be stewing in thought," she replied, her voice as flat and emotionless as ever. "So I brought him back to Elyndor. You were drifting away, lost in your mind, and I thought a splash of water would be effective."
"Because simply calling my name would have been insufficient?" If I could open my eyes, I would have given her THE look — the one that made lesser beings quiver in fear and apologize profusely.
...But my eyes were still closed, so all I could do was let my voice carry the weight of my irritation.
The bathtub was not overly large, but it was wide enough for me and her to fit in comfortably.
