[ maia gathers his robes with his free hand as they descend into the baths, still thinking idly on the notion of thranduil's son, on how difficult it must be to be parted from him like this. it's hard enough for maia just being away from his friends and loved ones-- he can't imagine what it would be like were he already a father, himself.
(the very notion of fatherhood terrifies him. he has no idea how to be a good parent-- but he at least has ample understanding of what not to do from his father and setheris.) ]
We have no complaint. This is a favour you do us, after all.
[ at least the baths aren't busy at this time of day; maia himself generally chooses odd times to bathe, anyway. he prefers not to reveal more of his skin than he must to others, and washing and combing his hair alone is a lengthy process.
when they reach where thranduil wants them, he offers the soap back, then begins to remove his outer robes to keep them from being damaged, folding the heavily-embroidered fabric neatly. ]
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(the very notion of fatherhood terrifies him. he has no idea how to be a good parent-- but he at least has ample understanding of what not to do from his father and setheris.) ]
We have no complaint. This is a favour you do us, after all.
[ at least the baths aren't busy at this time of day; maia himself generally chooses odd times to bathe, anyway. he prefers not to reveal more of his skin than he must to others, and washing and combing his hair alone is a lengthy process.
when they reach where thranduil wants them, he offers the soap back, then begins to remove his outer robes to keep them from being damaged, folding the heavily-embroidered fabric neatly. ]