Aella can’t count the number of times she’s wished for a hot springs to soak away the ache of battle (and wash away the blood). There was a frustrating lack of them in all the places she’s travelled. So the moment she’d discovered the hot springs here she had made every fucking use of them. And now, with snow and cold rolling into Gazin and Vasari forest... there’s no better time to make it a regular thing.

So she heads off, satchel over her shoulder and cloak wrapped around her, until she’s reached the hot springs. Setting her satchel next to the springs, she takes off her cloak and drapes it over it, hiding it from sight. Then she’s stripping out of all her clothes, revealing the wing tattoos on her shoulders and the scars she’s gained since her wedding, to start slipping into the water.