The water has warmed to a soft simmer by the time the sun rises to midday. The gentle gurgle of the hot spring echoes through the trees, mingling with lazy sighs and the occasional giggle.
The whole team lies sprawled in the tub, cheeks flushed, skin glowing, muscles thoroughly relaxed thanks to Penelo's overzealous oil rubs.
Even Veena, who rarely lets her guard down, reclines against a rock with a damp towel over her face and a content smirk on her lips.
A wave of warmth washes through the spring, not from the water, but from within.
Pip, humming softly, sends out a gentle burst of spiritual communication, blanketing the group in a wordless message of happiness, comfort, and sheer affection.
All three women swoon in unison.
Vuvi floats closer with a dreamy smile, drifting to his side and perching on the smooth edge of the spring, water swirling at their waists. She rests her head against his humming chest and lets out a breathless sigh.
