While Tuckal was resting in her own private bath as the sun started to set, Serapheth was going to do the same. The small gold flared her wings, splashing the water around her as she landed in the lake to soak and clean herself off. There was hardly dust or dirt on her, and she wouldn't insist she was filthy, but if her human enjoyed a bath then she could too.
Hopefully she would be able to rest for a bit and not be disturbed, yet internally the queen doubted she would be so lucky.