The attendant looked at her with the expression of someone deciding whether to pursue that and then deciding not to. She noted the booking in her register and handed over the key.
The stone room was through the inner corridor, past the individual steam chambers and the cold plunge pool that Liam immediately identified and announced he was going in later, and at the end of the building where the room widened into the largest space Mireille's offered.
It was called the stone room because the walls were stone, not timber. The steam came from a central water vessel over essence-heated coals, the temperature adjustable at the side valve. Wooden benches ran along three walls. The light came from essence-soft lanterns that produced warmth without brightness. The smell was cedar oil and hot stone and clean water.
Seraphina took one look at it and something in her posture changed, a very small release of something that had been held for days.
