The water has warmed to a soft simmer by the time the sun rises to midday. The gentle gurgle of the hot spring echoes through the trees, mingling with lazy sighs and the occasional giggle.
The entire team lay sprawled out in the tub, their cheeks flushed, skin glowing, and muscles thoroughly relaxed thanks to Penelo's overzealous oil rubs. Even Veena, who rarely lets her guard down, sits reclined against a rock with a damp towel on her face and a content smirk on her lips.
A wave of warmth washes through the spring, not from the water, but from within. Pip, humming softly, sent out a gentle burst of spiritual communication, blanketing the group in a wordless message of happiness, comfort, and sheer affection.
All three women swoon in unison.
