the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Amhran does not often visit the hot springs unless it's necessary - he's still learning to swim (even though, no, the springs are at no risk of drowning him really) and he has yet to make it down to Torchline for some real lessons. But with the healing properties of Safrin's Mirror now abundant and with his own magic in need of practice, sometimes it's necessary to drop by. This evening he had managed to catch himself with a pair of small shears whilst working in the greenhouse, and the wound on his palm is still weeping a bit despite him bandaging it up.
So here he is, the Raeling having unbuttoned his coat as he approaches the steam and stone, already carefully unwrapping the dressing on his palm as he gets close enough to see the first ripples of the water. It's about then that he realises he isn't alone, and at the sight of the woman soaking in the springs he can only offer a polite smile. "Hello," he says quietly. "Apologies to interrupt. I should only be a moment."
So saying, he's already grabbing one of the several wooden ladles leaning against boulders, stepping to the edge to fill one with water. He doesn't want to simply dunk his bloody hand in there whilst she's bathing, so this feels much more appropriate.
So here he is, the Raeling having unbuttoned his coat as he approaches the steam and stone, already carefully unwrapping the dressing on his palm as he gets close enough to see the first ripples of the water. It's about then that he realises he isn't alone, and at the sight of the woman soaking in the springs he can only offer a polite smile. "Hello," he says quietly. "Apologies to interrupt. I should only be a moment."
So saying, he's already grabbing one of the several wooden ladles leaning against boulders, stepping to the edge to fill one with water. He doesn't want to simply dunk his bloody hand in there whilst she's bathing, so this feels much more appropriate.
