Margo and Sarah stood at the entrance of the bathhouse, exchanging looks before Sarah gave Margo a nudge. "Come on, I really need this," Sarah urged with a laugh. "I can't let Elias alone enjoy this place, it has been eight months."
Margo sighed. "Fine, but don't complain to me if we walk into something… uncomfortable." She couldn't shake off the feeling that there might be some kind of mishap, but she didn't want to deny Sarah her much-needed relaxation.
As they pushed the door open and stepped inside, the thick steam from the bath enveloped them. The room was a large, natural hot spring. The water was crystal-clear, with steam rising from it, and rocks lined the edges. The setting was peaceful, a stark contrast to the chaos that seemed to follow their group on the road.