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Penn breathed deep as he wandered through the trees, letting the fresh air steady him. His recent encounters had left him a little dazed. It was a good sort of dazed, but it felt good too to sober up a bit. All these damn women and their hormones, getting his all worked up. What a season this was turning out to be.

The Blackthorn was beginning to feel like himself again as he headed toward the water for a drink. He was considering perhaps heading out to do some hunting as he leaned down towards it, but froze suddenly when movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Teya was here, emerging from the water and sitting down to groom in a completely innocuous way that looked to Penn like this. 

He'd never been all that interested in the softspoken woman before, but suddenly she was glowing like an angel. He wanted to run to her like a moth to a flame, but Penn restrained himself. He cleared his throat to get her attention as he lifted his head. "Water a little cold still for a bath, eh?" Penn said, a smile drifting across his face.