Folding her clothes into a locker, Skye stepped out of the dressing room, wrapping a silk towel around herself. After discovering a new silver strand in her hair, Baron had recommended Skye to take some time out of the hangar and clear her mind at this bathhouse. Having never been to one before, the tomboyish pilot wondered how wasting her time wallowing in hot water would calm her, but if it gave Baron some peace of mind, she'd humor him. It had been a few days since Skye and Baron destroyed Silver House's crystal mines, and the two had been spending the past sleepless weeks pouring over maps and blueprints, searching for new Halcyon energy wells like their fathers had done before them. Although they had found a possible lead in a stretch of land called the Halcyon Fold, Skye knew that the country couldn't rely on the increasingly-scarce Halcyon crystals forever. The army's mechs needed a new source of energy, and the general's daughter refused to rest until she found one. But right now, she had to take a break-- Baron's orders. Even as the soft padding of her footsteps echoed along the quiet, candlelit hall, work would not leave Skye's mind. Thoughts of mech designs danced through her head as she looked for an empty spa room to mull over her ideas in solitude. The young pilot found the bathhouse to be practically antithetical to her hangar: walls and floors of wood instead of concrete and steel, the scent of lavender instead of oil, and the creaking of the wood beneath her instead of the hum of drills and motors. Skye was completely out of her element here. She tugged at the loosely-wrapped towel that had replaced her snug flight jacket as she made her way to the spa rooms. When she opened the door to a spa room, she was caught by surprise by an unexpectedly-welcoming heat. She gingerly set foot into the warm, inviting room. Steam curled around her as she let her towel slip onto the floor. ​"Maybe it wouldn't hurt to take a little time off,"​ Skye convinced herself. She dipped a toe in the water, then entered the tub. A euphoric breath escaped the Skye's lips as she fully immersed herself in the steaming hot tub. "​Wow" ​she thought as she was enveloped in heat, "​Baron was right about this place.​" Any thoughts about the mines or mechs dissipated into the rising steam as Skye leaned back against the bath's massaging jets and closed her eyes, letting her mind fall into slumber. ~~~ Minutes later, Skye was awoken by the sliding of the wooden door. Looking over her shoulder, she saw a pair of familiar legs approaching. "Baron!" she exclaimed in a hushed whisper. Her voice was shaky in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. "You're supposed to be working right now," she flirtatiously teased, "Playing hooky?" "Not quite. I've finished planning an expedition to the Halcyon Fold; the recon team can handle the rest themselves," the heir of Silver House assured, letting his towel fall, to which Skye's face flushed a deep red. She prayed the steam would conceal her lustful face. "So I decided to take a little break, same as you." Taking a seat beside her in the tub, Baron let out a deep sigh. "​Ahh...​ I needed this..." Skye restrained herself from giving in to her desire and met his gaze, which exuded intense focus, even when he was deeply in thought. She adored that look. "You know, someone could get the wrong idea if they saw us together like this..." she suggested. "Then let's leave nothing to the imagination," Baron answered as he leaned closer, lips parted.