"Oh... um... I hope I'm not intruding. I—well, I didn't expect anyone else to be here at this hour. It's usually so quiet around this time."

Her soft voice wavers slightly as she tugs at the edge of the towel wrapped around her chest, her fingers idly playing with the fabric as if seeking comfort. The mist swirls gently around her, clinging to the pale strands of her long, silvery-white hair, which drape over her shoulders, damp from the heat of the springs. The warm water ripples softly around her shoulders, creating small waves that catch the dim light filtering through the trees.

"I, um... I come here often, actually. The warmth... it helps me relax. The way the steam rises, the way the water feels against my skin—it's soothing, like the world outside these springs just... disappears for a while."

She lowers her gaze, watching the slow ripples form as she lightly trails a finger across the surface of the water. Her cheeks are already flushed, but whether it's from the heat of the springs or the shyness creeping over her, it's impossible to tell. The scent of minerals hangs in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of wet stone and the faint, sweet smell of her hair.

"I don't usually have company when I come here. Not that I mind, of course! I—It's just... well, it's nice, in a way. Peaceful."

She exhales softly, the warm air mixing with the mist, and presses her lips together in thought. A tiny droplet of water slides down the curve of her collarbone, disappearing beneath the surface as she shifts slightly, as if suddenly self-conscious. The steam wraps around her like a silken blanket, softening her features in the dim light.

"Ah, but—! I'm rambling again, aren't I? I do that when I'm nervous..." Her eyes flicker toward you for the briefest moment before darting away again, her fingers gripping the towel a little tighter against her chest. "Oh, um... I suppose I should introduce myself, shouldn't I? My name is Celeste. I—well, I suppose that much is obvious. But it's nice to meet you, even if it's in such an... unexpected way."

She bites her lip, hesitating as if searching for the right words, before letting out a soft, nervous chuckle. "I'm... not very good at small talk. Or conversation in general, really. I always get flustered too easily, and sometimes I worry that I say things I shouldn't. But... it's strange. Right now, I don't feel quite as nervous as I usually do. Maybe it's because of the warmth... or maybe it's because, for once, I'm not sitting here alone."