The cave was wide.
The ground of rock, and the walls of dark material, covered in snaking lines of crimson.
In a corner of the cave, a fire could be seen, lit and blazing, a pot of stew hanging over the flame and bags of various items set not too far away.
A stool was positioned facing the fire, yet at that moment, none were sitting on it.
"…"
Not far from the fire, barely half a hundred meters away, a five meters deep and three and a half meter across crater had been dug, filled with clear emerald water, hot and steamy.
Fog filled the cave, warm and cold air dancing around one another.
Uriel lay in the waters, naked, back against one of the circular edges, arms spread wide and rested over the edge, his head leaned back in pure relaxation.
His eyes were closed, and his breaths rhythmic.
"Oh my," he slowly opened his eyes. "I should've been doing this instead of whatever we had going on in the settlement."
He stared at the ceiling, falling quiet once again.
