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The warmth enveloping his body was certainly nice. All the stress and tension almost melting away as he relaxed more and more into the steam. He listened to Laevatein’s words and could hear how awkward she sounded. Alfonse knew her best when they sparred or just way back when. When they fought in the flames.
But here was different, Alfonse almost got to see a different side of Laevatein. It was almost nice to see that side of her. Something he could relate to, something that made her seem more human than anything to him. Alfonse’s mind still couldn’t shake the fact that she was here relaxing with him though.
Was it a good thing that they were both comfortable being beside each other in such a vulnerable state?
Alfonse decided to do something a bit bold and scooted closer to the woman. He wasn’t near her but closer than before. He could see the flush on her cheeks from the warmth of the springs. It was pleasantly cute to see her up close like this without her trying to aim for his throat.
“Training is important, yes. But it is also important to take time to relax. Has training been going well for you?” Alfonse looked up to the ceiling to see the steam rise and disperse out of the building. He thought of the steam almost like his worries, just fading away.
Laevatein blinks when he moves closer. That’s a good sign, right? It means he’s not afraid of her, or at least doesn’t hate her. She herself has no residual feelings of antagonism towards Alfonse; she hadn’t even disliked him in the first place, simply fighting him to carry out her duties. Now for the first time, she finds herself wondering if they could actually be... friends, or something of the sort. Is that even possible with their shared history?
(Perhaps sitting in a hot spring isn’t the best place to contemplate this.)
“There are a lot of people trained in the sword here,” she says. “I get to watch them and train a lot. They’re all from different worlds... I never knew anything outside Muspell. And everyone fights differently... I didn’t even know some of those sword techniques existed.” Listing off everything she doesn’t know probably makes her sound a bit naive, but it’s new for her to be curious about anything, and only recently has she experienced any taste of outside worlds.
She runs one hand through her hair under the water, scowling when she hits a snag. It always feels so unmanageable when it’s not tied up. “We could spar,” Laevatein blurts, remembering then that Alfonse is also trained in swordplay. “Uh. Obviously... not right now.”
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Alfonse blinked as he watched Laevatein slowly dip herself into the springs. Did she not care that he was here as well? Enjoying the springs. He felt a small amount of nerves crawl up his spine. He was defenseless and if she were to attack somehow-
No Alfonse, she’s not here for battle. She’s here to relax as well. He slowly glanced to the woman and he had no idea if it was because of the steam or just being around another person with no clothing on. Granted, nothing could be seen under the waters, but he knew that she was naked as well as he was.
..Brain please. Cease this.
Alfonse slowly rose from the water so that the water was halfway up his chest then. He glanced over to the woman and gave a small smile.
“It’s nice to just relax like this every now and then. Wouldn’t you agree?” Alfonse could feel his stress and worries washing away as he stayed in the water.
It doesn’t even cross Laevatein’s mind to feel awkward (all bodies are the same after you’ve taken their life in battle, she thinks dully) until she notices a flash of discomfort across Alfonse’s face when she steps into the water. Has she breached some line of etiquette she doesn’t know about? Suddenly feeling as though Alfonse is judging her somehow, she sinks deeper until only her face is peeking up from the spring.
“Relax?” Laevatein echoes. “Well... it’s warm. I like the warm.”
Talking to others has become gradually easier the more time she spends around the castle, but talking to Alfonse -- that’s a whole other matter entirely. She doesn’t even know anything about him other than what Laegjarn had told her during the war: that he cares about the well-being of his family and citizens almost to a fault, and that he’s still fairly naive and idealistic for a prince. But neither of those facts are particularly easy conversation (they’re more exploitable weaknesses than anything), and she certainly doesn’t want to talk about family. Would it be strange to just sit in silence?
...Well, he did just try to make conversation, so -- probably.
“I’m not used to relaxing,” she admits. “I always feel like I should be... doing something else. Like training.” Even the words alone make her yearn for the feel of her blade in her hands. “The hot springs... are nice, though.”
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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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He takes the proffered kickboard and holds it above him like a trophy, before looking it over as though it’s some strange, foreign object. As she explains its use, he’s quick to nod and tuck it under his arm.
“Yepperooni, I sure did. No peeling skin for this boyo today, nya ha!” He gives a mock salute, then turns to face the water shimmering in the sunlight. Timid waves lap at the shore, bright blue up close but dark in the distance, the deeps looming close by. Grinning to his ears, Henry looks to Laevatein. “Last one to the water is a rotten egg!”
And so, fearless, he takes up his chicken legs and makes a beeline for the water, splashing in once he gets close enough. It’s cool but refreshing, and he wastes little time wading out to waist level. Hold onto the board and kick around, she’d said. Sounds simple enough. “Hehee, welp, here goes.”
And so, not quite so elegantly as a fish, he flops into the water and putters around, holding tightly to his lifeline as instructed. As he kicks about with no small enthusiasm, he looks to his friend and hums in contemplation. “Do you think baby fishies have to go through swimming school? I wonder what life underwater would be like…”
Rotten egg? ...Oh, he means he’s racing her. By the time the phrase registers, Henry has already made it halfway to the water, and Laevatein has no chance of catching up with him. Still she darts after him, splashing wildly once reaching the water.
She chuckles softly at Henry’s enthusiastic efforts. It’s completely graceless but also endearing -- most likely exactly how she looked when she started out. Actually, she’s not that much more graceful now; delicacy has never been her strong suit. “It’s fun, isn’t it?”
While he kicks and splashes, Laevatein moves a bit deeper into the water to practice her treading water -- but not too far, on the off chance an errant wave sweeps her away. “School?” she echoes. “What about your birds? Did you have to teach them to fly?” How would that even work? Henry doesn’t know how to fly -- probably. Actually... no, that’s ridiculous. No human being can fly.
She contemplates the question seriously. “I think I’d miss being on land. I prefer the mountains to the ocean. Where you’re from, um -- was there a lot of ocean?” As she asks the question, Laevatein realizes she’d never asked him much about his origins. It’s something she hardly considers when talking to new people except as an afterthought.