【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第八章：破碎 Broken(16)

From my hand to just under the joint of my shoulder, my arm was little more than a mass of black, purple, and yellow bruises. The whole limb throbbed with a dull, pervasive ache that seemed to reach from the skin down to my marrow.
Still, the feeling of fresh air on my skin was a delight, and I sighed quietly as I kicked the glove off, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself before venturing out to the bath.
Isarae was gone, I frowned as I realised I hadn’t heard her leave. Then again, I reasoned, I hadn’t heard her enter either. The Eldar were supposed to be supernaturally silent, so I suppose not all of the teachings were faulty.

I dipped a foot in the water, sighed happily, and doffed the towel before slipping fully into the deliciously hot water and letting out a sigh of absolute satisfaction. I watched as the water darkened with grime, and I grimaced as I wondered if I should rinse all of the filth from myself first then run another bath to actually clean up, but my inner musings were silenced by a quiet humming sound from within the floor, and the water began to cycle.
Soon, the water was clear again, and I grinned as I realised I could stay in the bath for as long as I wished.