Firestone Hot Springs “but don’t take the ones that are close to me”

Rosalyn heard they shouts and that was what drew her to the boy.  She remembered these springs from a long while ago and had decided to make them a destination on her search.  They wouldn't make much of a home but they were a pleasant enough waypoint, especially in the chill of winter.

They may stink, but they are warm.  Good place for a nap, until someone comes along making noise.  She said, projecting so that he'd hear her over the short distance between them as she approached.

She hadn't actually been sleeping, but she'd been close to it.  If she had she might be annoyed, but right now there was only amusement at his own frustration.