( a paper flyer lays damp beside a rock in which she'd left behind her garments, all but a thin lacy set beneath intact as she heads towards these acclaimed 'healing springs'. she isn't naive enough to believe she can dip her toes in to find any of her anguish so gratuitously taken, nor that the scars ridden across bronzed skin weren't ones in which would remain a part of her. it's more the prospect of piping water within a private, dim enclosure that's allured her at such a late hour.

scarves of steam dance above the water's surface, pleased to find there's nothing to disrupt her, only the quiet company of a rippling water and what mimic crickets murmuring in the background. a quiet hiss from pink lips once she steps a single foot inside, breath held as she treads deeper. the temperature bites at her flesh, a near shock to her system, just shy enough of pain to still be considered pleasure.

a flit of the blades of her back together, and with a final graze forward, the spring wades to her entry. )

First to tell me where I can acquire something a bit more... comfortable to sleep in will be rewarded greatly.


( ask her her tastes, and many would find her spoiled. the opinions of mere strangers, however, don't make it far in the forefront of her mind. the least she could do was attempt to make herself a bit more at ease. 'home' wasn't really a concept that belonged to the natchios name. throw in a bit of parisian silk, though, and one can make do. )

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