“What’s more relaxing than a visit to an underground hot tub?” I return, moving toward the free-standing wardrobe leaning against the wall. I have no idea where the clothes inside came from—they were there when I first awoke in this room, and Cami told me that the Remnants had provided them for us.

I grab a swimsuit and remove the tags before pulling out fresh underwear, jeans, a shirt, and a comfy hoodie. As I head to the door, I say, “You want to come?”

Cami visibly shudders. “No, thanks. A pool buried deep beneath a zoo is like inland Jaws waiting to happen.”

I grin. “You know that reference doesn’t even make sense.”

“And you know you couldn’t pay me to go swimming down there.”

I do know that. I counted on it, in fact. As much as I love Cami, I don’t want her present for the conversation I plan to have with Arryn.

“Be back soon,” I tell her, before stepping out into the tunnel.

The thermal springs were the first place I was taken to upon waking four days ago. Whoever designed the catacombs managed to lay pipes this far underground, but the water pressure in the bathing chambers is miserable. Cami might prefer the fluctuating temperatures and erratic conditions to risking the deep water of the springs, but my preference is to soak in their soothing warmth. While they’re communal, they’re also large, spanning an underground cavern almost as big as the main amphitheater. On the rare occasion that I’ve soaked at the same time as someone else, it’s been easy to find enough personal space that I felt like I was alone.

The catacombs are still a labyrinth for the most part, but I’ve been to the springs enough times to navigate my way there without help. I count the number of tunnels as I zigzag through them, before starting down a steep decline. The passage darkens steadily as the sound of running water meets my ears.

Upon reaching the end of the tunnel, I step into the makeshift changing room and peel off my dusty, grimy outfit, exchanging it for my swimsuit. I grab one of the fresh towels folded in the corner, then head back out into the passageway before continuing into the cavern proper.

I bat away wafts of steam and wait for my eyes to adjust to the darker space, the flaming torches only intermittently placed around the walls, with nowhere near enough to light the entire cavern. I can understand Cami’s fear of the springs—the center of the underground lake is obscured from sight, too far away for the torches to illuminate. One day I might consider swimming to the middle just to be surrounded by complete blackness, but I haven’t gathered the courage to do that yet.

And besides, I have a different mission today.