"That would be one hell of a mask if it could shave off enough years to look as young as you are. I am afraid I am doomed to a life of cradle robbing."
She chuckles and grabs Xhiero's chin, turning his head side to side. "You are radiating with youth."
A battered and blood covered Susan blinks owlishly around the room clearly confused about how exactly she got there. Reaching a conclusion she snatches a bottle of ale with the arm that isn't hanging limply at her side and limps to the counter setting the drink down she slams some gold down in front of the man.
"Where is your nearest healer?"
"Wh... what?"
"Healer!" She snaps impatiently.
The man wordlessly points down the street. Nodding Susan turns and leaves popping open the bottle of ale and chugging it as she walks, leaving a trail of blood behind her.
"You make it so difficult to want to leave the cabin." Azazel kisses him once more before pulling away with a shiver and wraps her arms around herself. "Unfortunately, it seems our water had gone cold."
She climbs out of the tub and wraps herself in a giant, fluffy robe.
"You left me at the brewery. You didn't come home for hours. Now you show up bloodied and battered." Val kicked the door opened and stepped in.
"Where's the healer?" He shouted out almost with a feral growl.
"Don't you want to find other activities to do to get yourself cold again?" Xhiero grabbed a towel and tried himself off before grabbing his clothes and pulling them on. He walked by Azazel and whispered into her ear.
"So I can warm you up again." He gently nipped her ear before leaving the bathroom.
"I didn't leave you! While you were busy seducing yourself a better deal on liquor someone grabbed me and teleported right out of the damned building! Did you even look for me?" Susan grits out through clenched teeth.
An elderly man rushes over looking quite irritated about all of the shouting, but upon spotting Susan motions for one of his assistants who gently attempts to remove Susan from Val's grip.
"With you running off out of anger so often how am I suppose to tell." He lifted her off of his shoulder and let the assistance do the rest. Val let out a heavy sigh and walked over to a chair to sit down. Letting everyone do their work.
The men hurry Susan into the next room and it is a few hours until she returns wearing a dress about 2 sizes too big for her and carrying her bloody torn clothes in a bag.
She stops in front of Val's chair and points towards the door.
"Lets go home." She says before turning and heading out the door.
Azazel gasps quietly when he bites her ear and follows him out of the bathroom. She heads to the living room and stokes a fire to life before joining Xhiero in the kitchen. "Do you need help?"
Heading inside Susan immediately pours herself a drink and flops into a chair. Sipping her drink she stares wordlessly off into space for several minutes before finally breaking the silence.
Azazel pokes around the kitchen to see what sort of foods the resort had stocked. Finding what she was looking for she nudges Xhiero out from in front of the oven and pops something in, making sure to block his view. Moving away, she sets a timer and hops on the counter to wait.
"He vanished after dropping me back at the brewery. But what is the point of being angry now? I'm back and I made it out fine." Standing she pops a pig in a blanket into Val's mouth with a grin.