Trust a child not to understand the luxury of a leisurely bath.
[ She seems as unimpressed by Ardyn's commanding tone as the wriggling baby dragon. Yet Ysayle simply nods, hoisting the bucket to improve her grip, watching the struggle as the child wyvern is lowered into the bath again.
Once in, she leans over and begins the process of pouring the warm water down the baby's back; his arms will get soaked regardless, but she makes an effort not to splash Ardyn overmuch where possible. The wings are of less interest currently, instead soaking down its back and across its haunches, then up again, before dumping what little remains into the basin itself. ]
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[ She seems as unimpressed by Ardyn's commanding tone as the wriggling baby dragon. Yet Ysayle simply nods, hoisting the bucket to improve her grip, watching the struggle as the child wyvern is lowered into the bath again.
Once in, she leans over and begins the process of pouring the warm water down the baby's back; his arms will get soaked regardless, but she makes an effort not to splash Ardyn overmuch where possible. The wings are of less interest currently, instead soaking down its back and across its haunches, then up again, before dumping what little remains into the basin itself. ]
There, little one. Was that so bad?