Anduin doubts that the inn would have any spring open to the public so hot that it would be dangerous to enter, so he waves off her concerns with a gentle nod of appreciation. Worst that will happen is he will overheat, and given the dropping air temperature surrounding them, he doubts he'll have much of an issue cooling off if that should happen.

"Thank you," he says, setting his towel aside with a soft smile. "Some of the other pools -- there is a ghost I have run into there several times, and. Well. He is harmless, really, but a companion of mine finds it troubling that anyone might be haunting the hot springs in the first."

For all his talk, Anduin has yet to make any move to remove his robe. Do... They recognize him? Perhaps not. It is not every day you fall through dimensions, to wind up at an inn with the High King of the Alliance, after all.