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!]

After her class had finished, Cara stayed at the Onsen, hoping a good long soak would do something, anything for the tension that'd been making her twitchy her up since she'd woken sweaty and panting for breath (and not in a fun way) that morning. Gradually she relaxed enough to let her eyes drift shut.

Some time later, she heard the faint splash of another person lowering themselves into the water, then a hand gently stroked along her cheek. "That better be who I think it is," she drawled, not bothering to open her eyes, because first, she missed her girlfriend, and second, almost anyone else doing that uninvited was going to lose the hand.

( Nope. )

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.]