Isabelle steps into the warm water, her feet bare on the smooth rocks. It laps up around her calves, her thighs and her hips as she moves further in, letting it engulf her. It does wonders to her aching muscles, and the cuts and bruises she's adopted in her day of exploration. After this, she thinks, it'll be nice to lay down and sleep for awhile. Count her blessings and acknowledge the silver linings before resenting the situation some more.
She'll need the rest if she plans on searching like this tomorrow, too.
She sinks in further, letting the water rise up to her shoulders, tickling her throat. For the first time all day, she feels like she can relax, the warm waters unknotting and unwinding her sore muscles. She turns, surprised to see that Moana thought to bring a hairbrush, and is even offering to brush it for her. It's a touching thing, and for a second, Isabelle feels like she might cry.
"Would you?" The sudden overwhelming feeling is easy enough to push down, having had years of practice hiding that sort of thing. But her smile is soft, and genuine, as are her words. "I can't remember the last time somebody brushed my hair for me."
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She'll need the rest if she plans on searching like this tomorrow, too.
She sinks in further, letting the water rise up to her shoulders, tickling her throat. For the first time all day, she feels like she can relax, the warm waters unknotting and unwinding her sore muscles. She turns, surprised to see that Moana thought to bring a hairbrush, and is even offering to brush it for her. It's a touching thing, and for a second, Isabelle feels like she might cry.
"Would you?" The sudden overwhelming feeling is easy enough to push down, having had years of practice hiding that sort of thing. But her smile is soft, and genuine, as are her words. "I can't remember the last time somebody brushed my hair for me."