The baths were practically deserted at this hour, and Hilda was intent on enjoying every luxurious second, stretched full-length in the water, hair slicked back, head tilted, eyes shut, steam curling from her shoulders -
- and then there was a terrible cry of horrific pain, as if someone's true love married another than night and gave him cause for ultimate suffering.
Hilda sat upright in the bath and glared around, her keen ears ringing with the noise as it echoed around the baths, and very, very slowly, relaxed back into the water. Perhaps someone would know what the noise was come morning.