Firestone Hot Springs They all think I'm dead

The fae had wandered along the banks of the river for a week, gradually gaining strength. If a good thing had come from the encounter with her father, it was that he thought she was dead or mortally wounded. A burst of steam distracted her from her thoughts, and she cautiously loped toward it. It was a sort distance from the river, and soon she had come to a smattering of small pools. She leaned forward and prodded the water with a paw. Strangely, the water was hot. She began to enter the pool, but stopped when she realized she didn't know if the water was safe or not.