Firestone Hot Springs you put egg on my house, i kill what you love.

The pool was deeper than Penn had anticipated, so it took a bit of swimming before he found an edge he could stand on and keep his head above water. The water was quite warm, but not uncomfortably so. And it did feel kind of good on his wound, not that it had actually been hurting him. Satisfied, he turned to grin at Wraen. 

"Not at all," he answered, "I kinda feel like meditating. Or like I should be having some epic, philosophical epiphany about the beauty of life and the world." All things he would never and had never done before, nor was he about to start.