Lark smiles at the young man and moves toward her own ship.

"I tend to prefer the showers here when I can get them, though the hot springs are also nice. I just don't make use of them as much as I might normally. It's a minor magical strain."

To be overloaded is almost as bad as drained.

"Here," she says as the door of her ship opens upon her approach. "We'll just go on in. You can shower while you're here too."