I skedaddled. One door was clearly not enough, so I fled across Dain's bedroom, went into the bathroom, and closed that door, too. As, ah, intensely hot as the mental image of Alluin claiming from Zhiolas all the things that he'd been longing to offer for two centuries was, and as little as the fae cared about other people being present during sex, it was a relief that the two doors and the intervening airspace silenced what was going on in my bedroom. I wanted them to have the opportunity to find comfort and bliss in each other's arms without anyone else knowing the details unless they wanted to share, and I also suspected that Dain would feel insecure and unhappy about finding me hot for his two best friends as they fucked in my bed.

I was also wearing quite a lot of iron, and I thought it might be nice for Dain to be able to, you know, hug me. Or other things. Which I also wanted, if his three-day-exhausted self had the capacity for it.

Getting out of the chainmail and armor was significantly less easy on my own than it had been to get it on with Kamharida's help, but I managed, putting all the pieces in a corner out of the way so that Dain wouldn't have to avoid them. I was, yet again, soaked with blood, making my hair tacky and disgusting, but on the bright side the black clothing probably could be rescued. I gave the shallow slices on my neck a once-over, decided they'd be fine with a little bit of antibiotic ointment and a bandage (because I sure as hell wasn't going to ask a healer to tend to a couple slices on my royal neck when there were soldiers suffering), and turned on the shower.

Dain came in while I was still pre-rinsing out the blood, the steam starting to fill the room. I smiled to hear the sound of his familiar footsteps, even though he was limping. Well, the nail-holes probably weren't that fun to walk on.

"Are you aware that Zhiolas and Alluin are currently having what sounds like spectacular sex in your bed?" he asked, closing the door behind him.

"Yepperdoodles," I replied, a grin breaking out across my face as I scrubbed at my hair, the water running pink as it poured off of my dark waves. "Didn't you notice the twin heaps of clothing and armor in the bedroom? I put them in there together." I opened my eyes to look at him, and saw Dain looking back at me with a meltingly fond expression. "You may want to retire the pajamas I gave them, though. Not that they wore them for very long, but given the brief amount I saw and overheard, I suspect that they are thoroughly defiled."