Head to the hot spring.

As the three of you walk along a path leading through the woods, you can see steam wafting up into the sky ahead. The trees are sparse here, and the entire area opens up into a gigantic series of cliffs and pools of water. Some run down into others, and simple wooden walls have been constructed between others. All in all, it barely looks touched. The rocky ground becomes wet beneath your feet as you make it closer. Finally, you all come to a stop.

Amara takes a deep breath in. "Aah. I am relaxed already," she speaks softly.

"I have yet to soak since my arrival here, so I am excited as well," Yaera responds. "What about you, Mr. Warren? Have you been here before?"

"I haven't," you reply. "I've barely been outside of Avana and Tolis actually."

She points. "Well, it is rather easy to follow. Signs have been marked into stone, denoting which pools are which. If you proceed that way, you will come to the section of the hot spring reserved for men. Feel free to spend as much time in there as you would like. I have a feeling that my dearest Amara and I shall be speaking for some time."

Amara smiles. "Thank you..."

"Oh. We're splitting up?" you ask.

"You look surprised," Yaera says. With a smile across her face, she looks between the two of you with a tint of colour in her cheeks. "I had no idea that you and Amara were already that close. Dear me. This is moving too quickly. I apologize, but I would like her to myself for the time being."

"Well, I didn't mean--"

"Mother, you're embarrassing me!" Amara says.

Yaera chuckles. "I am quite sorry. This is just not something I am used to."

I was kinda hoping we'd go to a mixed spring or something, like the trope. One for boys and girls that conveniently is only girls except for me. Maybe that's too much to ask for. I think I'm getting greedier. "I'll talk to you later then, Ms. Tedrilui. You two have fun."

"You as well." She curtsies a second time. "Perhaps sometime soon, I will be able to get to know you better as well. Though I have a feeling that among Amara's tales, I will be hearing a lot about you anyway."

You go your separate ways. Amara and her mother walk farther up the path, while you make your way down. There are flat pathways to follow between the cliffs that are easy to navigate, though you still take your time. Even with water around, slipping off could be really painful.

It's only you. There isn't another voice around. The only thing you can hear is the flowing of several small waterfalls trickling through the rocky terrain. As nice as it would have been to follow the other two, there is something to be said about how relaxing a moment of solitude can be when you live in a hectic household of hopeless hotties.

Around a wood barricade, you find a pool marked for men. There is an area of flat, dry rock to presumably place your belongings. Other than that, there is nothing else around. Not even another spring-goer. You have the pool all to yourself. After a look to the sky, you drop your pack to the ground, and begin slipping out of your shoes. It's a a bit of a strange feeling undressing outdoors. Even if you haven't seen anyone else, you're still getting nude in public. This is a normal though. It's a hot spring. You pull off your trousers, blue tunic, and the rest, until you stand bare in the open air. The wafting cloud of steam over your body beckons you to enter. You step down into the pool, and as you sink into the hot water, your stress melts away in an instant.

Your rear presses down against flat stone, and the water reaches your upper chest. You tilt your head back and take a deep breath, and sigh with relief.