In the end, he can’t resist the report of the hot springs and their healing waters. Falke is only human, after all, and his curiosity is often a driving force in his actions. Between his hip and his scientific mind, the Fixer manages to wander away from Amaris; down another tunnel to where the reported miracles are - his hip throbs now, he’s probably down to his last bits of water, and sweat has soaked through his shirt. It’s a statistically dumb move, especially if the man were to fall or collapse from the heat - but no one has ever said that scientists or doctors are smart all the time.
This is one of those times.
Steam floats into his face as he slowly approaches the pools, causing him to blink away the heat. Placing his pack gingerly down on the ground, Falke winces and gasps as he bends to one side, but nonetheless continues to fish for a container to carry some water back.
