Nyrissa listened in silence, though her attention seemed split - like she was focusing as much on the tree as on him. Eventually, though, as they settled down for the evening, she would fall asleep, leaning against him, one hand running over his scales, the other rubbing along the tree's bark. She didn't speak, aside from a handful of words, her attention focused simply on basking in this ancient location.<br/><br/>The next morning, she looked more cheerful than he'd seen her in private - a genuine happiness, as opposed to the illusion she put on for the sake of the people. The journey to the hotsprings was uneventful, and Nyrissa seemed to be deep in thought as they flew.<br/><br/>With most of the men remaining behind or on duty elsewhere, Devaguea would have plenty of time to enjoy the hot springs himself, while his women gossipped elsewhere.