Jacen eats his dinner with all the speed of a hungry teenager...savoring the flavor, but much more the simple pleasure of a full belly. He gives the wine a sip, decides he likes it, and takes a glass of it with him to the bath in his room.
The first touch of hot water on his sore skin and cramped muscles wrings a long groaning sigh from him, and he happily sinks down to his chin in the copper tub that, on him, is a bit oversized. He takes another sip of wine and opens his eyes to look up at the ceiling. After a moment he raises his glass and smiles a slightly sad smile.
"This one's to you, father."
He finishes the glass and gets to scrubbing the days of trail dust off of himself and out of his hair.
After all, he'd want to be presentable at whatever the others had planned for the night.
The first touch of hot water on his sore skin and cramped muscles wrings a long groaning sigh from him, and he happily sinks down to his chin in the copper tub that, on him, is a bit oversized. He takes another sip of wine and opens his eyes to look up at the ceiling. After a moment he raises his glass and smiles a slightly sad smile.
"This one's to you, father."
He finishes the glass and gets to scrubbing the days of trail dust off of himself and out of his hair.
After all, he'd want to be presentable at whatever the others had planned for the night.