[ Essek was in the process of running that bath; the tub was much bigger than the affair that was in Bren's own quarters, the bathtub that could fit the two of them comfortably when Bren was in human form. But Essek was accustomed to luxury and so his tub was far bigger, built much like a roman bathing area with tile, steps leading within. More hot tub than it was truly bathtub.

The oils scented of Essek's scent, there were bubbles that created silky bubbles against the surface, and then Essek turned around only to see Bren staring into the mirror. He was so much taller now, those limbs made him rise. And yet, for all of that.. Essek could see the way that Caleb's shoulders hunched and the whimper, that melancholic whimper.

Carefully Essek moved over to wrap his arms around that waist and then he pressed his head against that chest softly, feeling the hair underneath his cheek. And then he angled his head to look up at Bren, into that wolfish face, with those nearly luminscient blue eyes. His fingers curled into the soft fur just above the tail where he stroked softly. ]

You are still my Bren, you are still my Mate-- I recognize you in this form, I recognize you, you are still handsome to me, nothing has changed. Now come, let's get into the waters, I will bath with you.