Sighing contently, Rozalia glanced over her shoulder at the group behind, most of them huddled around the fire. But Rozalia had chosen an alternate source for warmth - the rock pools.
Seeing the clouds of steam billowing into the air from a distance, Roze had been looking forward to the volcanic badlands for a while now. She knew the waters of the pools were clean - and far too hot to host beasts such as slaughterfish or mudcrabs - and an excellent relief from the bitter cold of the air. They had set up camp quite close to a rather deep pool, which she had lowered herself into as quickly as possible, wearing naught but her underclothes. The steam even took the edge off the cold air around her head, so she felt warmer than she had been for days.
Still looking over her shoulder, she noticed Dreet-Na had placed fire resistance potions by the fire, inviting the others to take as they pleased. She had been pondering the thought of asking one of the group for assistance when it came to magic. As a half-Breton, she knew she had retained most of the magical properties form her Mother's side of the family. But she rarely used it. She knew the basic fire and healing spells, but not to a great extent or control. She had thought of asking Dreet-Na for some form of lesson, but for some reason, she felt she could not trust him to keep it to himself. The last thing she needed was to be thought less-of by anyone in the group.
However, the Khajiit - Rawlith - she had a feeling that he would be more sympathetic to her need for magical education. 
Stretching under the water, she sighed and sunk lower into the water. She'd have to talk to Rawlith some time tonight.