Firestone Hot Springs blood in the water,

Osiris had told her of the whereabouts of Kaistleoki, and her sharp gaze turned then to Ira. There was no trace of malevolence in it, and she breathed, I had heard as much—you met my son, Osiris, and Desdemona as well, she recollected, sure Ira would remember them both. It had not been too long ago. She finished, succinct as ever: my business is with you. It has been some time, she hummed, moving around the hot spring and listening for any sounds of disruption within the water. 

There was nothing yet, but it did not rule out her suspicion as of now that it was not a geiser. 

An ear flicked as her nostrils flared, the scent of the coast brought to her from Ira's recent travels. I spoke with Hūa; it would appear we each have a common enemy, came her low voice. Not imagining Ira would have several of the sort here, but wondering too if they might have more than one—did Ira know of Ursus?—she awaited the womans reaction, gaze lingering on Ira's features for a long moment before turning again to the hot spring.