what could be sweeter

[deshabille_maladicta]

Maladicta had needed to get the hell out of the compound. There were too many people on edge, there was F to look for- and not find, which was even worse than finding her- and in general she was just tired and annoyed and feeling strangely harassed. The hot springs helped. She'd gone, found them pleasantly free of people (though it was the middle of a very hot day, so who would be there, was the question), and had soaked, bathed, let the day wash away. She'd dressed and gone back to the hut, not the IPD, and had done absolutely nothing for about an hour but lounged on the bed and read. eventually she let the book fall to the side and just stared at the ceiling, hair still damp and drying in waves around her face, and enjoyed the breeze up the mountain base and the quiet.