The name of the game in recent days had been 'ditch the guards'. With being a part of Crown Prince Vangelis' retinue for the time being, Thea found herself dealing with extra attention and eyes on her, including her escort and his personal guard. There was little privacy, at least by her standards, and it was quite frustrating to not be able to do her own will without having footfalls behind her. The bathhouse allowed for an appropriate excuse, as most if not all of the Crown Prince's guard were men and would not be permitted passage to the women's side of the bathhouse.

With a pewter goblet filled with wine, she found herself accepting a massage from one of the bath workers, enjoying the touch of the delicate woman's slender fingers working through her hair and along her scalp. Touch was something Thea had craved this entire journey and it was something she had sorely lacked with the extra observation. Had things been as they were, just her and Mihail using the simple excuse of having a male beside her, no matter how inept, as passage to travel, things would have been just fine. But as they were, she simply savored these moments of privacy and comfort.

Patrons came and went from the bathhouse, their status seemingly indicated by how white or ornate their wrappings were, as well as how many people attended to them. Between swigs of wine, she would glance about at the others enjoying their stay. A few faces she had recognized from the events that Lord Vangelis had toted her along to - one of those faces was Olympia of Leventi. The Colchis prince had eyes for her fairer toned sister, Selene, she knew. As the masseuse finished her workings, Thea made to move towards the woman, noting as she closed in that the woman gingerly held the lower part of her abdomen in the way only an expectant woman would. How dreadfully curious, Thea pondered, her mind flickering through whether or not the woman was wed.

No sooner had the thought passed her mind did the young woman lurch from the pool of water, quickly cover herself and bolt towards the door, her hand covering her mouth. Oh, poor thing. Thea had never experienced such things herself, but had witnessed it throughout the court in Colchis. While her house had its reputation, there were several slaves and retainers among the court that were aware of her extensive knowledge and collection of rare herbs and ingredients that had medicinal properties. Whether to enhance the experience or rid oneself of a child promptly, she knew what to do, and murmured to her most recent helper where to find her affects, including a small thatched box among her belongings. As they ran to fetch her request, she withdrew from the water, gently wringing the water from the tips of her hair and accepting a sheer covering that left little to the imagination as she languidly made her way toward the exit.

As she eased through the door quietly and not to startle, Thea heard the last of the woman's issues vacate with a few small, final sputters. Tying her covering over a shoulder, leaving one side revealing the length of her leg as she crossed to the woman, she cleared her throat as gently as she could without startling her.

"Nettle and mint," she offered, extending a comforting hand to the woman to help her sit upon a nearby bench, "They help with the nausea. Pressing the mint leaves to your chest can help deter unwanted scents as well - you will only smell the mint." Thea, when not in her usual trappings of dark fabric, kholed eyes, and rouges lips, was quite a dainty figure, not nearly as threatening as her Thanasi name. Without the extra trappings of darkness on her eyes and lips, small glimmers of red strands glimmered in the sun as they dried. In a sense, she seemed like a completely different woman, almost unrecognizable. "Come, sit. Someone will be by soon with something to help."