The hot springs aren’t a new discovery, for her, but now, with the snow falling and temperatures dropping, they are a gift from the gods. And Cassandra will often wend her way through the forest, on foot or mounted on Melora, to one of them. Her favourite is surrounded by a small copse of trees, with a small rocky outcropping on one side.

But really, all of them are lovely.

It’s all too easy to steal away, the snow falling and catching in her white-streaked curls as she goes. The springs are easy to find, once you know they're there. She shivers in the cold as she strips off her clothes and leaves them all piled neatly on a rock near the edges of the water. All pale skin and dark hair, the scars she hides from the world unhidden for the moment, she slips into the steaming water with a contented sigh.

Pelor, it is wonderful.