Oddly, she doesn't mind the markings he's left. Caught in the moment, she'd proffered her own in kind, leaving sharp red welts where her nails scratched him. Maybe under other circumstances his mark and bruises would bother her. Only time would tell if that sort of claiming would cause future issue; as for now, there is only the relief of having him near.

Her arms remain loosely looped around his shoulders, which means she's pulled after him as he leans back. Still maintaining enough space between them, her eyes rove over his features. The water of the springs laps against her torso, soaking loosened chunks of her hair, causing them to stick to her back.

But she has an idea of what this district is like, given the establishment he's taken her to, as well as the body paints. Oh, the body paints.

With a faint smile, she leans forward to press her lips to his. A lingering kiss ended much too soon when she pulls back and pushes up to her feet, climbing out of the springs. His seed has long since been washed from her legs when they separated; only water sluices down her body as she fetches the little paint pots from her tunic's pockets.

She's back moments later, stepping back into the springs, straddling his lap as if she'd never left, balancing the various colors in her hands.

"We still need to use these."