Lyralei nodded slowly, processing everything Eliasen had just shown her. Her room. Gerald’s den. The stone dwelling carved into the hillside. But something bothered her.
“Wait,” she said, looking back at Eliasen. “You mentioned the bathing area earlier. If it’s out in the open, and I soak there, would I have to walk all the way back here naked? Through the settlement?”
Eliasen’s smirk widened into something between amusement and approval. “Smart question.” She stepped into Lyralei’s small room and pointed to the back wall where the stone curved slightly. “See that seam there? Push on it.”
Lyralei walked over and pressed her palm against the indicated spot. A section of wall shifted inward with a grinding sound, revealing a narrow passage lit by torches mounted at intervals along the wal
