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[ Ophilia's new to communal baths. She's also new to sharing said baths with—gasp—the opposite sex. The latter proves to be a bigger problem for her than the former, especially if the color of her face is anything to go by. To help the situation, she keeps her chin high and her gaze even higher, lest anyone accuse her of anything unsavory. This limits her ability to keep an eye on her surroundings, though, which means she's only made aware of Linhardt's head inching its way over to her once it's too late: when he's turned her shoulder into a makeshift pillow and made himself at home.

She's loath to disturb him (goodness, he looks so peaceful), but she fears if she lets this go on for too much longer, she may well spontaneously combust. Ever so gently, Ophilia has her hand not currently obstructed by Linhardt's... well, everything coax him off her shoulder. One nudge, two nudge, three nudge, four... If she's not careful, he'll fall facefirst into the water and drown...! ]