"Sometimes I forget you haven't been with me this entire time." He used their moment alone to draw her in close. He tipped her chin up to kiss her, briefly and softly at first, then again with more depth and passion. He held it for a long moment before he broke and stepped back, taking her hand to tug her along. "I didn't know Azmarin was a real place," he mused. "You can show me on a map once we're cleaned up. The Growler will make getting there much easier. The cold won't be a problem, though, or I hope not." He squeezed her hand as he led her down the bunker, past where Letto was elbow-deep in the wiring, past the rows of doors that led to each Strider's personal quarters. The showers were just beyond, through a pristine locker room--each locker still had a padlock on it, another little mystery for Carson to peel away someday.<br/><br/>He let go of her hand to take down a set of towels, one for her and one for himself. "There's two knobs, one for hot water and one for cold. Just fiddle with them until you get it where you want it. Soap's in the bottle on the shelf inside." He gave her another kiss, then turned to head to one of the stalls, where he wasted no time in stripping down and turning the water on. In seconds the echo of water on the tile filled the room, and the air grew heavy with steam. Carson liked his showers hot. Once he'd scrubbed away the dirt and dust and grime and cleaned himself up he wrapped the towels around his body and took his clothes back to his room, where he left them in a small box next to the door to be cleaned later.<br/><br/>Once he'd dried off he changed into a fresh set of clothes, then sat down with a map to try and figure out on his own where Azmarin would be. Somewhere cold, and days away from this place. He wondered how widespread the Land Runners were. He wondered if Striders existed much further out beyond the small area he knew. The stories had always made it sound like Striders had sprung up everywhere after the End, but his mother had taught him to question everything. That was where Malia would find him, bent over a map, scowling in thought as he inspected different regions and locations on the grid.