Neverwinter Forest Bullet train to Iowa.

So the gremlins have grown on you, Towhee read between the lines, snorting in good-natured amusement. They do have have a way of becoming a lot more palatable once they turn into, like, real people and not just bumbling, idiotic potatoes, right?

Towhee was now in up to her shoulders. Steam filled her lungs as she drew in a big breath and took the plunge. She tried not to splash—she didn’t want to burn Dwin—as she eased the rest of her body into the spring. Her skin tingled unpleasantly at the stinging heat, particularly where she wore scars, though soon enough she began to adjust.

Snowed in? she echoed, frowning thoughtfully as she bobbed in the pool, facing the gray she-wolf. I lived there for ages and never once had that issue. Do you sink? I thought only the innocent sank. You’re a witch, you’re supposed to float, like me! Get in here so we can find out for sure.