Firestone Hot Springs go down to the gallows at midnight

Maia. Maia, Maia, Maia; he thought that name over for a moment but nothing jumped to life from memory. Perhaps she only thought they had met, he decided, feeling that the most likely of any scenario he had found his way into as of late. And on the off chance they had crossed paths, well, maybe he couldn't have been expected to remember everyone. Somehow he may have thought it better not to recall every passing face he had seen.

"Well not particularly," he hummed to her question, then eyeing the pool she had touched. "One would think the steam enough of a giveaway to warn others off, but some lessons are best learned from mistakes I suppose. Your paw all right?" He hoped it was at least, it wasn't like Dirge was some sort of magic medicine man capable of healing such things. But perhaps Nyx would know; all he knew was to tell the difference between edible and inedible.