Aisling suspected that she could not depend upon the hallways and rooms to remain stable. The fae world was even less reliable, with the added intent of various magic-makers who would install traps and mirages meant to confound. Still, she now felt more sure she knew the basic layout and where exits and stairways and hideaways might be found. To be safe, she would probably tend to remain in the rooms on the ground floor, however.
She looked around the cellars, too. Now that she had been invited (to some extent) to be more of a resident, she felt perfectly free to wander.
She passed through the tap room. There did not seem to be much going on, so she went back up to the room she had chosen. She started running a bath. Although she didn't need baths for cleanliness, she still enjoyed them when she could take them, and it had been too long since she'd had a proper one. The swim in the sea had been enjoyable, but not quite the same. Thankfully, the Tavern had a water system. The bath filled quickly, and the water temperature was easy to set. She carefully stripped out of her clothes and shook them out. Her clothing did not require washing. Shaking them out would get rid of any last bits of dirt and dust that might be stuck in creases.
She sunk into the bath, which was large enough for her to slide down and completely submerge herself. She let herself relax, her nose just above the water. The pipes carried noises to her from the rest of the Tavern, but things remained quiet enough for a decently long soaking.
When she was done, she found a bathsheet to wind around her and carried her clothes back to her bedroom. She might as well lie down while she could. Fae didn't have to sleep, but like baths... lying down in a bed could be a pleasure.
She turned the latch on the door and lay down.
