Lion Head Mesa And scratch the slate

Sayf was not alone for long, not that he minded. A woman arrived and walked into the wellspring—likely their new guest. The hebsut had not met her yet, but nothing stayed a secret in Akashingo, especially if one of the fellahin knew. 

He stood as she spoke and made his way back into the water. Allow me to make it even better for you, my lady, he said softly as he stopped near her, waiting to go closer for now. Guests of Akashingo do not have to bathe themselves. If desired, one of the fellahin can do that for you. A sweet smile spread across his handsome face and he dipped his head respectfully. If you would like, I can bathe you right now and you can just relax. His gaze lifted to hers, asking for permission to come closer.