Emet-Selch may be adjusting his towel upwards but Rhea'li's gaze has already fallen further. Nice... tattoo...... was Emet-Selch that dedicated to his old job that he had it permanently marked upon his body? Or had it been the consequence from a poorly thought out drunken bender?

Since there are no others currently occupying this part of the bathhouse, Rhea'li turns to make himself comfortable on the other side of the steamy room, lying along the bench and for all intents and purposes looking much like a cat sunning itself. With only the towel, the tattoo of a sun on his shoulder and the Ruin spell inked on his left thigh (the latter being the consequence from a poorly thought out drunken bender) are on full display.

"I suppose I thought such things would not come with you beyond the bounds of the Lifestream." The tip of his tail curls from under the end of his towel. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"