He'd been nothing short of a complete fussbucket after that god-awful day. Did they need anything? Were they hungry? Would they like a song? If it allowed them to rest, to recuperate from the harrowing experience, he could go on as many supply runs, fix as many extra-fluffy souffle pancakes or recall as many songs as he could muster.

He was overjoyed to see them out and about again. He didn't have a single doubt! They were super tough cookies. But even the toughest cookies needed a hand now and again. The invitation was honestly unusual- grass-types were indeed weak to fire- but talk of hot springs connected the dots. He hadn't done anything like those in a LONG, long time.

Ignacia's Cradle was hot. His own nature as a demon helped to mitigate, but he was foolish if he ever said it wasn't still a touch uncomfortable. He conjured a fan in his palm and did what he could to help, as if fanning a noblewoman who'd quickly filled her dance card.

"Yeah! We can try. The place is at the edge of town, thankfully... I can only imagine how many bathers would be dropping like flies if they stuck the sucker right in the thick of the city."

Fortunately either knowledge of this place among outsiders still being so early in its infancy, or arriving as a pair and Lulu asking for extra space, was to be the ticket. Helpful intel: Co-ed baths. They just needed to split up the change.

Well. He needed to change, anyway. He had a hell of a lot of clothing to stow away.

But something felt a little uneasy in him. He couldn't pin why, but he chalked it up to being a really fucked-up week.