[ In an instant, all fatigue is banished from his expression, his weariness replaced by a smile. Had Sion been taken aback? Had he been startled? Now, it is impossible to tell: there is only the soft sound of his laughter as he shakes his head, the motion only serving to further the spread of his hair atop the surface of the water. ]

You've my thanks, for the suggestion, but I am more than well rested now.

[ Ah, so at least some small portion of what the other man had said reached his ears. ]

Please, take my place— [ For he is keen upon departing, pulling himself out of the springs post haste. Riding low at his hips there is a now-sodden towel, and then... then, there is the matter of his hair, one which he endeavors to sort out no sooner than he's taken his leave of the water. ] —this location...

Truly caters toward afternoon naps.