[ Jo doesn't have any sympathy for the people who've first moved away, and some of who are now abandoning the hot springs. Good riddance to bad rubbish. There's an odd twitch to her mouth at the words Cas chooses. As though glaring at someone is a genuine threat. It was something her mother used to scare people off with. A lot of them because they knew she could back it up by kicking them out or just by the sentiment of her own skill.

As if those thoughts never circled her ankle or neck like a chain
under the hot, rippling water, Jo said in a self-satisfied way. ]

And don't you forget it.

[ As to the rest, Jo cracks an eyelid, with mentally crossed fingers that he's at least stayed in the same place and she's not about to end up with more in her vision than is necessary. But he's still sitting there in the water. But. That's. Well, that's all he's doing, too. Sitting there ramrod straight, like this happens to be a different kind of chair with water. ]

Maybe close your eyes? Or sink in a little further, and let it get over your shoulders.

[ It's weird, but thinking about what brings her to a question, and it's weird. Because it's not exactly things they'd ever been near each other enough to talk about back home, and it edges things she still finds not exactly right. ]