vax'ildan is, indeed, focused entirely on the hot water. seeing fjord in his stunning, nude glory is surely something to behold, but he can see fjord's dick whenever he wants. hot water, however, that's something to appreciate. so vax'ildan buries himself in the waters of the first spring he lays eyes on, not caring much for whatever side effect he may encounter. so be it! this island has had its way with him in the past, this is no different. besides, fjord is with him, and if the effect is ill-intended, he knows he's well cared for.

a moment or two spent under the water, his beaded braids floating in the space around him, then vax'ildan surfaces, throwing his hair over his back and out of his eyes. he wipes water from his face, just in time to come eye-to-eye with fjord at the edge of the porch, and the bird smiles.

"hey. gonna join me or do i have to swim alone?"