Chapter Thirty-One
Waterfall
“Do you always take your bath in the morning?”
Although he was treading water, Yulen managed to whirl around at the sound of the familiar voice. Atty was perched at the edge of the pool, near where he’d left his clothes. His immediate thought was that when he was finished, she would either have to move, hand him his clothing, or he would have to flash himself to her to retrieve them himself. Vaguely, he wondered if she’d planted herself there deliberately, and for what purpose.
“You’re not very talkative in the morning, are you?” she continued.
“I didn’t know these baths were a public affair,” he retorted gently.
“Hey. You’re the one parading your bare ass out in the open.”
He glanced around. “I wondered where everyone was. The man who led me here said
