Sun Mote Copse Love me like you love the sun

her time within the onsen would help to ease some of her hurt. it was a magical time to nurse her mental wounds, bathing as much in the starlight as the clean, clear water itself.
satsu did not know she had been watched. she did not sense the onlooker during her recitation.
all she had were the stars reflected around her in the pool, the chill that lingered as she drew herself to the shore again, and a sense of peace which would drift with the dawn.