Are you sure this is a healing lesson?

He'd been out playing, minding his business when the group of girls approached him. An older woman says she knows his family after he introduces himself and admits that he hadn't realized he'd wandered outside of Valta borders. See, Bancha was too anxious to ever purposefully break a rule. The idea of upsetting either of his fathers would send him into a panic attack if Io hadn't reassured him that nothing bad would happen with her around.

So he follows them, a bounce to his step until they stop before the bubbling, steaming, warm pools of water. His seafoam eyes grow wide, a sound of amazement escaping his lips. This place was so cool! Building up, up, up, the pools seemed to go on for ages! Some were big, some were small, and some even smelled funny. His nose wrinkles when he leans in to sniff at one. Gross! But not all of them were stinky. No, some were just right.

Dipping a toe into the pool beside Iolaire's, Bancha is surprised at how comfortable it feels. "I w-won't drown?" He mumbles, uncertainty in his eyes as he looks over to the older woman before being once more reassured that nothing bad would happen to him. Carefully, he takes his time to move his body into the pool until his own chin is resting upon the ledge. From here, he can hardly see through the plumes of steam. At least he could still hear!

Patiently waiting his turn as he practices paddling his rear paws in the depths of the water, he looks from Sid to Meadow and back to Io. "Uh, it can help clear your thoughts?" Bancha offers though he isn't sure that answer is true.

BANCHA