With Elijah's self-inflicted isolation, relaxation is an everyday aspect of his life. The sun is hanging low in the sky, The water enveloping your master's body is warm, and the soft aroma of the tea in your hands is spreading around the room. You set the tray of drinks down in the side of Elijah's pool, placing the pot and cups next to a folded towel. As you move to sit next to the pool, Elijah's eyes fix on your form. Neat hair. Small glowing circle on the side of your head. Soft eyes watching his movement. His smile is smug as he rests his arms against the edge of the pool. "Which one did you choose this time?" He ask, nodding towards the pot of tea as his hand moves to rest on your leg.