Hell of a hangover

Grimshaw wondered if a little bit of immersion therapy would help with his downright fear of the hot springs. He couldn't help but admit however that the closer he got to the place, his heart began to race and not in a way that made him feel good. His head wasn't filled with thoughts of Malachai, no, instead it was the moment he was drowning and being held underwater by the crystal at the bottom of the pool. With his heart racing, his breathing quickened and it wasn't but a few moments later that his legs began to shake with fear and anxiety. This was close enough. He could just barely see the springs through the trees that blended between the willows and the warm pools of water. This was close enough.

It was closer than he had allowed himself to get since the day his teeth fell out. He couldn't complain though, they were growing back even sharper than before. He was even pleased to see that his second set of upper teeth had returned, proving to remain slightly loner than the others as they grew. Honestly, besides the constant nightmares and immobilizing fear when he got near the hot springs, Grimshaw looked alright. His weight had been better, but who hadn't lost weight during the infection?

He couldn't help but hope to see Malachai wandering around out here like he had so many times before during the infection, but no recent traces of the boys scent could be found. He found solace with the young man since the event, but today that would not be on his agenda. Instead, he found a scent he hadn't quiet expected to find. Having once seen his lost sister some seasons ago, he was curious to find her scent here now, and fresh. He followed it for some time before catching her some paces ahead with her trusty companion following behind.

"Daphne?" He called out, certain it was her but questioning just in case. He didn't want to startle her.

"Speech."