After several days of increasingly less subtle hints from the squirrels (which given their general lack of subtly to begin with...), various checks of the calendar, and what was definitely not any kind of panic attack, Cara had made plans for the evening. Very good, not overly complex plans.

However she had failed to account for the fact the island hated her. Personally.

"Seriously?"

[For the girl!]

Cara had been feeling the effects of yesterday's battle when she'd woken this morning, and while she could have just ignored it and kept going without too much fuss, she saw no reason why she needed to when the Onsen was right there. She'd even managed to convince Kahlan and Richard to join her without too much resistance (mostly Richard's) on their part.

Which meant she had plenty of patience to ignore deal with the staff when they tried bringing up Richard and Kahlan's (non-existent) bathing attire.

She sank into the water with a grateful sigh. She'd needed this.

[OOC: mostly for me, myself and I.]

Cara had a plan. A brilliant plan. A plan that involved uninterrupted soaking in very hot water for an indecently long stretch of time. Cara quite liked her plan. Especially since taking a short-cut through the woods would mean she'd get to the Onsen to put her plan into action all the sooner.

Sadly, Cara was as yet unaware that she was not the only person in Fandom with a plan.

[For the gobliny ones.]