Corrin's personal security habits have slipped, it's true. Once she realized no ninja would come sneaking in the night to take her life, her guard had lowered, and gladly. It felt nice to be able to relax again, especially in the places she should feel safe. And Eve's presence is comforting. A shame she's already set up elsewhere.

Taking some soap, she begins washing; might as well get clean while she soaks. "No, not at all." She calls back, glancing out the door. Is Eve still in the living room? "No electricity either, but magic helps make that up a little. I had no idea what I've been missing! You know, thidls is the quickest I've ever drawn a bath?" She lifts a leg out of the water to scrub it down more easily. "I suppose it's more common in your world?"

Eve's desire to express her gratitude to Jasmine elicits a fond smile. "I'm sure she'd be happy to make your acquaintance. She's a fighter, like you." Maybe a bit more proper—a bit more—but the same sort of fire that Eve had; controlled, but ready to burn bright and hot when called for.

She hesitates at the next question. "It was...strange." She says finally. "I remember watching myself start to change and thinking it should hurt, but it didn't. And then...I mean, I blacked out soon after, but...for a moment it felt..." She lowers herself in the tub. "...Exhilarating."

She hates remembering that rush, the thrill of power surging within her right before she blacked out. It came with a loss of control and becoming a danger to her friends. Nothing is worth that. "I don't know why I was affected, but I wish I hadn't been. It's not an experience I'd care to repeat, or wish on anyone else."

After a moment, Corrin leans forward. "Eve, are you in the living room?" She can't see the
younger girl out there in there from the tub, and her voice sounds like it might be coming from elsewhere.