[ She makes no effort to hide the fact that she's watching him, but there's something almost innocently curious in her eyes as she does so over any other emotion. There again is that slightly off kilter feeling of seeing her Servant, picture perfect fairy tale villain that he is, doing something at mundane as rinsing his skin before climbing into the bath. Someone who didn't know any better could probably be tricked into thinking that what they were looking at was human.

She makes for him without complaint, settling back against him automatically once he's sat down. The water swills and laps at the rim of the bath, displaced by their combined presence, but it doesn't quite spill over. One last mess avoided, it seems. ]

It really has been such a strange day.

[ Her voice is soft. ]

It's been so... I don't know. Not normal, but... I just didn't exactly feel like your Master today, I guess. ... It was nice.