[He doesn't take as long as he might have otherwise, but it probably is longer than ten minutes. Enough time to get to the Winter baths, have a good rinse-off with some soap, then head over to Spring with one towel wrapped around his waist and another draped over his shoulders. He carries his clothes bundled up in one hand, lets his shoes dangle from the other.
He can't deny that seeing her melts away most of the tension in his chest... until he remembers that he's here so they can talk, and then some of it creeps back.
Not all of it. Only some.
She'll likely be able to hear his footsteps on the stone. He gives her a little nod when she opens her eyes, then puts his clothes down on the edge of the edge of the bath and sets about dropping the towels so he can slide into the water near her.]
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He can't deny that seeing her melts away most of the tension in his chest... until he remembers that he's here so they can talk, and then some of it creeps back.
Not all of it. Only some.
She'll likely be able to hear his footsteps on the stone. He gives her a little nod when she opens her eyes, then puts his clothes down on the edge of the edge of the bath and sets about dropping the towels so he can slide into the water near her.]