Firestone Hot Springs Escaping in the dark

yeah, that’s fine

Waking as late as she had, the last thing Aurëwen wished to do  (well, one out of many)  was to work through the hazy hotsprings that lie burning in the riverlands, when it was already so balmy. But she much preferred to conquering this stretch of land once more than the glaringly obvious and piercing back in Evergreen’s claim — resolve returned or no.
So, she’d set out, blood so hot she was almost steaming.

There was little that could chill the resentment within airgetlám; the believed shame for all of her fraying ties to others... but the sight of a figure, bleeding in the burning haze and sulfuric waters, was enough to temper her belligerent emotions. For now.

She smelt the infections upon the neck and ribs before she saw them; noted the kicking leg that decided to heal in its own time. Obviously, nobody had seen to these wounds, yet; and for a moment Aurëwen forgot how to speak as regularly as she’d once had. Until: 

“When did you acquire these afflictions? Who— what were they by?”