He would always leave her wanting, as it turns out--neither of them had realized it, yet.

It's all so overwhelming: her reason for seeking him, that they rushed off to this place, the way they'd rutted at first, only to grow a touch more tender. When he moves, she stirs against him, tightening both arms and legs, wrapped around his shoulders and hips. Her breaths are heavy, both because of the humidity of the springs, and because of their activities. Activities. No, that sounds too impersonal.

Only when he begins to settle them in the water does she shift, and only when he sits. She'll uncross her legs, folding her knees so she's straddling him properly, perfectly content with sitting atop his lap like this. The afforded privacy is like a breath of fresh air to her. SHe's no worries of being interrupted with him. No fear that an enemy will pop up and cause problems.

"Not even to relax?" When he speaks, she's leaning back enough to look him in the eye. Yes, she's sated--for now. "I walked through this district on my way to you. It seems harmless enough."

She'd given the place little thought before, and she does so now, instead contenting herself with soaking up the heat of the water with a soft sigh.