Roxanne decided that since she wasn't busy with her duties and Diya was still sound asleep, she would go out to the burial place where Jaime rested. It was near the volcano she could recall but damage had come to it when the Coalition had raided them. Nonetheless, she held a small bouquet of flowers within her maw as she walked along the beach before making a beeline in the direction of the burial place with half closed eyes. She arrived not moments later placing the flowers down on the grave only to use a paw to sweep away the dry petals that were from the past bouquets she had brought him, she sat down glancing at the sunrise as the sun began to peek over the horizon "It has been rather quiet around here after all the shit that happened. You wouldn't believe it unless you saw it for yourself but I'm a grandmother now... Roan had children of his own, you see... Out of all you kids... I didn't think I'd get any from him. But... I love them anyways. Diya is my wife now too... And I'm captain... Goldie is okay, she lost some important memories but she is recovering well. Hell, she got herself a new Tanglewood gal too."

There was a pause as she scratched idly at her chin with a pink claw "It would be nice if you came back... I'm sure everyone misses ya just as much as I do." She glanced to the grave with a sad smile on her maw but she rose to her paws already making her way up the dormant volcano staying calm the entire time she did so. It wasn't long until she noticed smoke... No steam that seemed to be lifting to the air, a frown present on her face as she trotted forward. And she found it. She found hot springs and she stood there blinking her eyes a few times "Were those always there?" Roxanne mumbled to herself but trudged forward only to let herself sink into the warm waters and she melted into it with a groan "Holy shit... This is bliss," She closes her eyes only to conjure up a few cucumber slices that she slipped over her eyes "Oh yeah. I'm doing hot girl shit today."

ALL I FOUND THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SPACES
STANDING IN THE NOTHING, AND TIME RECLAIMS YOU

Jaime's death... it wasn't a subject that Michael had thought a great deal about, lately. Mainly because it hadn't had as much of an impact on him that it did on some others, such as Rox and Roan. That wasn't to say that it hadn't affected him at all, though. After all, Jaime had been his nephew, and he had cared. He just preferred to put things like deaths behind him, and not linger on them for too long. The dealer had already seen what happened when one dwelled on grief for too long, and it wasn't pretty. Hell, he was just lucky that he hadn't fallen apart on his own yet – mainly thanks to the help of Diya, Goldie, and Roxie. And Roan too, of course, although the soothsayer was never quite as sweet as the rest of them.

Although the bobcat had never been shown where exactly Jaime was buried, he had ended up near there anyways. Mainly because... well, he had noticed Roxie. It wasn't often that Michael was up so early, but he had been making a habit of getting up earlier lately. It seemed to help with his general disposition, when he could do things like watch the sun rise. It had certainly been a surprise to be up early and see Rox out and about, though. He would've figured she'd be treasuring any brief moment of rest she could get between her captain duties. Obviously feeling a bit worried about his sister, the thief had decided to follow, albeit with a bit of a gap between them so that he wouldn't be right in her tail.

Ultimately, the male's timing meant that he didn't see Roxie talking with Jaime's grave. Instead, he came across her in the hot springs, a location that caused him to pause. He couldn't remember ever hearing of these, but... it wasn't exactly as if he went up the volcano very often. Clearing his throat as he stepped forward, Michael found himself chuckling, "Well, well, well. You certainly seem like you're enjoying yourself... have you been keeping these a secret from everyone else?" His tone was teasing as he took another step forward, poking one of his paws forward to prod at the warm water. It definitely felt pleasant, and it wasn't long until he headed in as well, silently glad he wasn't wearing his menagerie of jewelry just yet.

As he slowly sank down into the water until it was just below his muzzle, Michael found a soft and rumbling purr leaving his throat. His mismatched eyes slowly came to a close, and he muttered mostly to himself, "Think I could get used to something like this..." It was a shame they were in such an obscure location, or he was sure he would've found and visited them much earlier.