Hideaway Strath Getting old sucks

Artok was angry, but not at anyone. Other than his own stupid body. That he had always been angry at, though it was worse now, because age was now a factor. He was no spring chicken. Though, he couldn't stay upset around Miss. Arlette it was too difficult to hold that anger in. She was just good.

He had been confused, but the more they walked. He had an inkling, helping was just an excuse. Made plain when they got to the hot spring. He nose wrinkled at the sulfur smell.

Miss. Arlette, did you just use a ruse to get me to allow you to heal me.

He was mildly amused, present by the smirk on his face.

I'm so proud. He gently teased, as he slowly moved into the water, a wince as his body adjusted to the heat. But soon he was fine.