the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"He sounds like a person worth meeting," Amhran says, openly impressed by Flora's description of her brother; and given how fond she seems to be of him and how many interests they apparently share, there's no reason for him not to think they wouldn't get along. "Does he also live in Torchline, like you? If I decide to start exploring, that is just another reason to want to venture south - not that I wouldn't come just to visit you," he adds quickly, not wanting to offend.
Luckily, he forgets about his potential faux-pas when they're both getting undressed and the hotsprings are looming, Amhran approaching the lip of stone and peeking through the steam at the surface of it. He glances at Flora as she slips into the springs, making it look very easy, and at her reassurance he finally offers a nod and follows suit.
The clue is in the name, but Amhran still doesn't expect the hotsprings to be so hot, and he inhales sharply as he slips into the water and sinks down up to his shoulders. "And people find this relaxing?" he asks.
Luckily, he forgets about his potential faux-pas when they're both getting undressed and the hotsprings are looming, Amhran approaching the lip of stone and peeking through the steam at the surface of it. He glances at Flora as she slips into the springs, making it look very easy, and at her reassurance he finally offers a nod and follows suit.
The clue is in the name, but Amhran still doesn't expect the hotsprings to be so hot, and he inhales sharply as he slips into the water and sinks down up to his shoulders. "And people find this relaxing?" he asks.
