Who Thought This Would Happen?

The old bones of the big man rejoiced as the warmth of the spring seeped into them. The day was one of the few frigid days that they'd had this autumn and while they were walking, a few rogue snow flurries had fallen around them. The cold make Merrick's joints ache just like the chill and damp of the ocean had. Living in Elysium through the winter was going to be rough. Pity Manea hadn't built herself a summer home somewhere.

Merrick hadn't seen the confusion or anything else on Relm's face because he simply wasn't looking at her. They'd arrived here. He'd gotten in the water. She should know what to do. The woman wasn't a baby and he didn't need to hold her hand or explain every little thing to her, did he? If she didn't want to get in, she didn't have to get in. He would be enjoying the warmth of the healing springs to it's fullest though.

The sound of moving water brought the man's dual-colored eyes opened just a crack and he watched as Relm submerged her now uncloaked body in the same pool, but across from him. The brute grinned, his lips partially underwater. Raising his head just a bit, he gave a compliment where it was due. "Much better without the cloak."

"Merrick Mendacium"