[ Dorian can't help a content sigh as he enjoys the warmth of the water over his body. Things have been a bit easier during his time in this world, but nothing has been quite as soothing for his spirit as taking a soak like this.

He can't help noticing Mel nearby, though, the gold etched in her skin reminding him of Ashton, and a part of him wonders if something similar had happened to her. It didn't seem polite to ask, though, and instead listens to what she says before offering a shrug. ]

Perhaps a bit of both? Maybe the natural lava flow and venting made for an ideal location, and the artisans just expanded a bit more on it to make it more accessible for communal use.