Not everyone's cursed with being a magical protagonist, thankfully.

"You can always find other ways to show off," Lambert points out. Heading out of the locker rooms, they're led down a spiraling staircase, to a room with ... a bit of an odd setup, really. The floor is made of marble and there's a thin layer of water on the whole thing, except for two platforms a few inches off the floor, which are covered with sheets and clearly meant for them to lay down on.

Lambert gives it all a curious look, head cocked, but he doesn't see anything to unnecessarily alarm him, so he shrugs and sheds his robe, hands it over to an attendant, and settles belly-down onto one of the platforms with a flick of his tail.

"Not sure how any of this is supposed to actually help me get better faster," he says, idly.