Quinlan wiped the sweat from his brow right before breathing out with the ease of a man who was thoroughly satisfied by effort well spent.
"That was a good morning workout."
With a thought, water gathered around him in cool streams, washing away the grime of heat and labor. He rolled his shoulders, enjoying the relief before directing the same spell toward Kaelira.
The tomboy elf closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she allowed the cleansing flow to pass over her. Grace marked her every movement despite the exhaustion painting her face. She was still brimming with joy from their success, but her lightheaded sway betrayed just how much of her stamina she had spent.
A flicker of fire followed as gentle warmth wrapped the water until it evaporated into harmless steam. Quinlan then glanced toward Rykar, who was now sitting heavily on his stool, no longer standing. "Try not to kick the bucket in the next few days, old man. My wife would be sad."
