Firestone Hot Springs A pale being of mist and moonlight

Being vague! Also assuming that they already know of one another.

To be both vague and frank, a lot had happened. Decisions needed to be made and timelines needed to be met. The concept of responsibility was fairly new to Dulce; she'd begun to think that maybe, she'd taken on too much. It felt as though she might crack under the pressure and leave, preferably at the break of day so that no one was around to stop her.

Dulce didn't think that that sounded like something she would do, but that didn't mean that it wasn't. The strong odor of the hot springs had done an adequate job of keeping her away; she wondered how anyone could stand it long enough to get any benefit from going. Seeing the nameless blanchard make her way over did serve as some inspiration, however, drawing Dulce in only a few moments behind her. Sorry to intrude, she whispered, scrunching up her nose as she found her own seat some pools away.