The underground bathhouse was quiet, save for the low trickle of water from the steaming pools.
The air was warm, scented faintly of minerals, and the flickering lanternlight painted soft shadows across the tiled walls.
Ren sat on the edge of one of the shallow pools, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. The warm water lapped at his boots, with Myra's sword, now his, resting against the wall and within reach.
Across from him, Lilith sat in the pool itself, the water rising to her collarbone. Her hair was damp, clinging to her shoulders, her eyes distant and her expression blank.
She'd been silent for most of the time they'd been here. Still processing.
Ren finally broke the silence. "You're still thinking about what I told you."
Lilith's eyes shifted to him, her expression changing to one of confusion, with traces of surprise.
"It's not something you just… let go of, Ren. They..." she stopped, her fingers curling under the water.
