Empathetic as she is, Elora can't help but frown as you explain your difficult history in as vague terms as possible. She seems to wish interjection, but when you toast to your friendship, she gives a gentle smile.
"Of course I consider you a friend. They say difficult times are the crucible for the best of friendships, and I'd like to think that's true," She clinks the pewter of her mug against your own, taking a quick gulp from the murky liquid within. "And, for what its worth, your brow isn't the grumpy thing about you. It's the eyes. You looked like you were just as like to kill that man as turn him down earlier."
Elora proves herself as personable as possible in the interim, and Aidan returns after a short while with the tub and a bucket of water, which he heats over the fire after adding a few more logs. The warmth of the makeshift apartment is a welcome change from the drafty hold of a seaworthy vessel, and even before the first of many buckets steam up the wooden tub, the small commons room is made comfortable and easy. Eventually, the tub is about as full as it can without causing spillage once a couple of elven beauties are submerged, and with it, Aidan excuses himself after bickering with Elora just a little more over the past.
"It's for your own good, you know," Elora jokes with a coy smile, "That human girl he was so enamored with had the prettiest red hair too. I'm looking out for your virtue."
As she begins disrobing she gestures to the tub.
"You're the guest, so I'll give you first dip. Let me know if you need any help getting in, on account of the leg and all. I don't mean to dote, but I'd never forgive myself if it got worse."