"I've made potions with shorter lifespans than that," she admits. "So if they help, why not just make use of them?"

She's here, trying to make use of them as well, isn't she? Not as much of a sceptic as she boasts being, because the first time that she came here, the waters had made her feel loose and pleased and she'd slept so well. Dreamlessly, even.

"I like the hot spring. It feels like a bubble bath, only without the bubbles - the point being, the hot water feels nice." She leans her head back against the edge with a sigh. "I'm not sure I'd enjoy the icy cold ones, and definitely not naked."

This is a nothing conversation, isn't it? It's haunted by a shade of shame, embarrassment, awkwardness - and Anduin and I have an understanding, which she so wants to needle Anduin about as well. But as much as Wrathion would love it, he can't be the subject of every damn talk she has with Anduin, for heaven's sake.

So she scrambles for something else. "Do you want to play a game?"