RYN POV The steam hit first. Soft and warm, rising in slow curls from the rocks ahead as we entered the bathing caverns. Riv kept quiet behind me, his footsteps steady but cautious. The air here smelled faintly of minerals and moss—clean in a way the tunnels never quite managed to be. A natural warmth radiated from deep beneath the stone, heating the pools that dotted the cavern floor. The air here smelled faintly of minerals and moss—clean in a way the tunnels never quite managed to be. A natural warmth radiated from deep beneath the stone, heating the pools that dotted the cavern floor. Most were large and shallow, open for communal use, though no one was here at this hour. But I bypassed those, weaving around a bend that led to a narrow corridor of rock, slick and glistening with mo

