[ It's not as if Thancred could miss the fact that Urianger chooses not to look away this time. He doesn't stare or make it uncomfortable, but simply keeps his focus on Thancred for the short time between when he removes the towel and when the majority of his body disappears under the water. It does feels like some sort of progress, from a man who used to shield most of his body under a loose robe and who masked his face most of the time.

After settling down into a sit, Thancred lets out a long relieved sigh as the warmth of the water soaks into his muscles. Baths like these always feel the best after some exercise, and with their training sessions, there's been plenty of that.

As they both look at the nutkin, it chitters at them, its black eyes shining as its head tilts from side to side. Thancred considers Urianger's theory. ]

I suppose that's the only logical explanation, but it's never happened before. Then the question becomes, what changed?

[ Not that he expects Urianger to have the answer, but it is rather curious. Of all the things that might have slipped through, at least it was a harmless rodent. After a pause, Thancred reaches out to give the nutkin a gentle scratch on its head. ]