The Cerulean Bathhouse - Second Floor Living Quarters

She glanced toward the girls and nodded in universal greeting, but looked away and was passed them when they began to giggle. She stiffened, but told herself not to turn around. Let them giggle, she was odd to them. The fair young lady disappeared into the room that Zora led her into, then she spoke to the animal as if it would understand... "Thank you... What a pretty beast you are." She knew cats especially liked to be complimented, they eat that up.

When Felina saw the bed, she disrobed, for it was far too warm for sleeping even in just the shift. She rummaged through the small bag she'd brought with her and sat on the edge of the bed. Her brush was retrieved, and she set everything else aside to tiredly untangle the locks. But she was still feeling something an innocent mind just didn't quite compute. The brush was dropped and she spotted a mirror. She stood and padded over, tilting her head and just... examining herself for a while... After a time, she curled up in the middle of the bed and fell into a long, exhausted sleep.

The sleepy Fe;ina stared up at the intruder, quite taken aback by the boldness of that one. She did not seem to care if the other thought she lacked something... She was more concerned with the fact that someone came into her room as they pleased. "Golden one? I see... And who might you be to come into my room without an invitation?" There was no condemnation or hoity toity attitude, merely tired curiousity as she asked, perhaps mild irritation. The young lady rolled tiredly off the bed and padded over to the ewer, pouring water into a bowl to splash upon her face.

She reached for her discarded shift and pulled the shapeless garment over her head afterwards.

"It is wretched," she agreed, reaching up to finger comb her tangled locks, "Not particularly good to wear in these lands, it is designed for more northern ladies." She gave a half smile and then lowered her lashes, sitting on the bed and wrapping her arms about her legs. "No, you are beautiful. I am plain compared to you."

She raised an eyebrow as she pulled the pretty garment around her. Well then, she thought. But her face smoothed out and relaxed as she followed after her new friend. She fell into step behind Hasna, saying, "I am Felina." She did not bother with a last name, as it was of no importance in these parts.

Felina made no secret of glancing around, drinking in the sights, the sounds, and the smells of the place. It was rather lovely, if rather warm. She was already regretting the blasted shift... It was too heavy! But it was all she had.

She kind of liked the feeling of eyes upon her on one hand, but not when she was dressed in underclothing meant to hide charms and be rather modest. The whole thing seemed fascinating to her. Felina gazed about, unabashed about looking at the other women, admiring them for their different loojs and personalities in the strictly artistic appreciation, not sure how else to rationalize.

The heat was starting to cause the lawn material to stick to her skin most uncomfortably, and she started unconsciously lifting at her heavy tresses to let the air touch the skin at her nape, temporary relief.