She takes his hand gladly and lets out a long, satisfied sigh as they wade into the hot water. The pool deepens considerably past the bench that rings the exterior and soaks up to her hip as she steps down into it.

He is so terribly handsome, lovely in ways that she cannot forget and is always somehow surprised to see every time. His hair falls past his shoulders, arrow straight and silver as the stars. His face is regal and his eyes bright and deep. He is broader than she and wears his strength so very well...but he is not entirely unscathed.

He is injured in the same way that she is, bruised and a bit battered, though he wears cuts while she does not. She thinks upon his question as she urges him to sit and then takes a seat alongside him, close enough that she still holds his hand and braces her bare shoulder against his.

"I do not know. I think perhaps elfroot is similar. It sooths as athelas does."