"Carved wood or polished stone- maybe glass if they didn't dangle too much." No cracking together. Adelaide extends her hands to the specialist- no she won't take a full body massage but her wrists to her fingertips and a manicure? That she can accept. Now and then a knot of tension has her frowning- and the girl has been wise enough to slow until the moment passes. "You would have to comb it out- I, at currant, cannot. But if you do not mind that, it would be lovely, Pel."

The damp from her soak earlier had her unwind the braid and simply pin her hair on top of her head; the fine strands and twists of it uncurling in this steam and heat- leaving what is normally long enough to brush her thighs a few inches longer still for the lack of it's proper wave.