Alfonse had terrifying experiences of late. His body was tense and he just needed to clear his mind. He had made the decision that the best action would be to take an hour or two and go to relax in the Aether Resort and head to the hot spring.
Once he had entered the facility, he shed his clothing and replaced everything with a towel around his waist. He knew that no one would be in the hot spring now, so it was a perfect time for him to soak. Slowly dipping his foot into the spring, it was an almost perfect temperature for him to completely relax.
He eventually entered the spring fully and got into one of the nice corners of the spring and relaxed fully. His muscles relaxed and his body was warming up to a nice temperature. He could withstand the heat very well, but there was always something about being alone in the spring that was a lot more comforting.
He dipped lower into the water so that his entire chest was under the water. Only his head was above the water then, closing his eyes, he relaxed further into the water then. The delicate smell of vanilla filled the air and he almost fell asleep a few times, but upon hearing footsteps against the floor. He immediately stiffened up.
He had hoped that whoever was joining would leave so that he could keep enjoying himself with the alone time.
Laevatein has never been good at relaxing. She wakes up, trains with her sword, and follows orders -- at least, that has been her life up until this point. In Askr, downtime isn’t just common, but necessary to boost morale and let soldiers recharge.
Anna insisted that she looked tense and had told her to take some time for herself to relax. But Laevatein still isn’t quite sure what that ever means -- what puts her mind at ease? With what little imagination she can muster, she tries to picture what a relaxing atmosphere would feel like. All she can come up with is that she would be somewhere very warm. There’s no volcanoes in Askr, nothing even close, but there are hot springs, which is probably the closest she can manage.
It feels strange to strip off her armor and take the accessories from her hair; that familiar paranoia that she will be attacked unarmed begins to creep in, and she shakes it off, wrapping a towel around her waist and stepping towards the spring.
Only then does Laevatein realize that she’s not alone. The company itself doesn’t bother her, but -- it’s the Prince of Askr soaking in the spring, the same prince whose blade had clashed with hers on the opposite side of a terrible war. Surely he still feels resentment towards her?
...Well, then she just won’t talk at all. Problem solved. (Or perhaps it’s worse that way, but she’s never been good at making the proper social calls...) With a soft sigh Laevatein lowers herself into the water and moves to the opposite corner of the water from Alfonse, pointedly looking in another direction. So much for this experience being relaxing.
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