Is this your way of telling me I stink? Rude. [ But Astrid doesn’t sound offended. Just amused and playful, as she cocks her head and assesses that offer, measuring the weight and shape of it. She wiggles her sore feet in her boots and considers the appeal of immersing herself in piping-hot water (and, yes, with interesting company).

So, then: she eventually gestures with the tilt of her chin, a bird-like flutter of hand, ]

Alright, come along then,

[ and it feels a bit like gesturing a dog to come in out of the cold, opening a door, letting him in. She turns on her heel and starts heading towards the templar tower and its basement, wending through the halls, down the steps and towards damp stone. ]

This might actually be one of my favourite places in the Gallows. We had some hot springs in the mountains, but more often than not you’re heating a tub and that just takes for-fucking-ever.