Hana had known the boy disliked bathing, but the look in his eyes nearly made her step back. What else in his childhood had he been subjected to, that he hated to bathe? Berlin's stern instructions to the boy, and the authorization of force did little to settle her concerns. When Rio turned away to drag water barrels, she fled to her cabin on the pretext of getting soaps. Inside the safety of her small cabin, she calmed down and took a bar of sweet smelling lavender soap and a satchel of salts from her chest. She'd purchased the soaps before she boarded the Borealis, and it's scent brought to mind memories of home. Pushing aside the unbidden thoughts, she marched out of her room to the top deck. There, she found Rio sitting in a barrel. The scowl on his face, the rumpled clothes laying on the deck, the barrel, it made Hana giggle. "Hehe, I- ahem. Well, I can tell you're -hehe- happy as you are. However, if you'd like," Hana's grin threatened to overwhelm her, and through force of will, kept it from erupting, "I could warm the water so you're not bathing in cold water." Dragging another rain barrel near Rio, she placed a hand on each barrel. Tapping a tempo on the empty barrel with one hand, she began a separate rhythm on Rio's barrel. Eyes fixed in concentration, she began to chant under her breath, the rhythm of her words syncopated to the two tempos of her hands. At first, it seemed that nothing happened. She began to move her hands up and down the barrels, keeping the two rhythms. In the part of Hana's mind that functioned independently of her actions, she wondered if it'd have been easier to start a fire to boil the water. Still, as she continued, the water in Rio's barrel began to subtly warm, and small bubbles rose and broke at the surface. Pausing briefly, she said, "Let me know when you're happy with the temperature," and resumed her chanting. The water continued to warm, and a single bead of sweat rolled down Hana's shoulder blades. 

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The sore behind Wheel's eye eased a degree at the thought of sparring. "Aye, let me get the knives, I'll meet you above." Strolling out, he said, "We've sunk galleons before, how hard could a lizard be?"