Some discussion of scars/past injury, nothing explicit.

"Come on, kid, hurry up. Everyone else is probably already waiting for us." Zeb finished getting his armor tugged off and set aside, and started on his jumpsuit.

"Maybe I'll pass, lots of stuff I could be doing. Studying up on, uh, stuff, Jedi practice, I think there's a worn spot on my pants leg I should probably patch up…" Ezra fidgeted, not getting any further than taking his vest off, stalling.

"No way." Zeb grinned slowly, enjoying his nervousness a little too much. "The only real reason to come to this damp rock is the mineral springs. We don't want to seem out of place, now do we?"

They were waiting for one of Hera's informants to arrive, it was a lot less suspicious to both be tourists passing through than to go to the informant directly and risk drawing attention. As it was, the informant would just be one of dozens arriving and leaving this small resort every day.

"I'm surprised you even want to get soaked, you usually complain about your fur getting wet. Plus you'll probably shed all in the water." Ezra delayed just a little longer, even as Zeb shoved a towel at him.

"Warm water and cold are two different things, and they have drying stations to deal with fur. Even if they didn't, I'm not going to compromise our cover because of a little wet fur. Now get your towel and let's go." Zeb picked up his own and slung it over a shoulder as Ezra finally gave in and started tugging his jumpsuit off, wrapping his towel around his waist.

"You're going like that?" Ezra glanced over Zeb. At least his fur got slightly thicker and fluffier on his belly and down, so nothing really showed.

"Yeah, now let's go." Zeb started out of the room they were sharing with Kanan, starting down the hall. Ezra scrambled to keep up and keep his towel on.

"But what about, you know, everyone else?" Ezra asked, then huffed when Zeb chuckled at him. "Look, it's not my fault Lothal didn't do the whole public bath thing."

"Just don't look too close below water level and you won't embarrass yourself." Zeb offered, and then he put the code into the door, opening it to step through into the pool room.

"Still don't know why we couldn't have rented two pools." Ezra complained. The air was heavy and wet with an almost metallic tang in it from the natural minerals in the water that supposedly made them better for soaking in than other waters. As far as he was concerned water was water.

"Did you want to pay for the second one?" Sabine piped up from the pool. It was down below floor level, the sides made to look like some sort of carved stone. It was large enough that all three of them were spaced out with plenty of room for both of them to join with no crowding.

Ezra flushed, dropping the towel onto the rack with the others and hurrying to follow Zeb to the pool. Once he was in it wasn't so bad, he had to admit. The water was pleasantly warm, and when he took a cautious glance around Hera, Sabine, and Kanan were all sunk down to roughly their collarbones in the murky mineral water. As long as he followed Zeb's advice he shouldn't accidentally stare at anything he wasn't supposed to.

Ezra didn't mean to really look, but a stripe of discolored skin on Hera's shoulder caught his eye and he found himself trying to figure out what it was. It ran from the top of her shoulder down across her exposed upper chest and then into the water.

"Wondering about this?" Hera tapped her shoulder. Ezra hadn't realized he'd been staring at it and he ducked his head a little.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry. You don't have to answer." Ezra said apologetically.

"No, it's fine." Hera chuckled softly. "A piece of equipment overheated and exploded while I was working nearby, got a big piece of shrapnel lodged right in my chest. Lucky it didn't get deeper than it did or I'd have been in trouble. As it was it still scarred. "

"I had a defective bomb go off in my hand once." Sabine held up her hand, wiggling her fingers." Had to get two of them replaced." She'd had that hand resting on the side of the bath out of the water, but Ezra just assumed there wasn't much of a reason for it.

"We're not starting this again, are we?" Zeb grumbled, and Sabine laughed.

"You're just jealous because Lasat fur grows right over scar tissue and leaves it rumpled looking, but unless we shave you there's no showing off your battle scars." Sabine teased gently.

"Can you not get your hand wet?" Ezra asked. Though he'd noticed before when Zeb was shirtless he had several places where his fur looked crinkled and never seemed to brush out like the rest. He'd just assumed his armor pressed it down.

"I can, but if the synthskin seals aren't perfect water can leak in and then I have to clean them out. Too much of a hassle." Sabine rested her hand back on the edge of the pool.

"None of my scars really come with a story. Or rather they all come with the same one." Kanan shrugged a little, amused.

"Got into a fight, then the other guy pulled a vibroknife." Hera chuckled. "We've heard."

"What about you, Ezra?" Sabine asked.

Ezra considered, most of the more interesting stories hadn't left scars and there were a few he wasn't ready to talk about, not out here.

"Got caught stealing once, it was in someone else's territory and their boss didn't like that much. They wanted to teach me a lesson but I think I learned the wrong one, get better than them so next time I wouldn't get caught. " Ezra pulled himself out of the water a little to turn around and show his back. The whip marks had scarred, even if he couldn't see them easily he knew they had to be fairly impressive.

Ezra could hear someone suck in a breath and then Zeb's muttered 'Karabast'. He tried to think if there had ever been a point Zeb might have seen his back before then, and realized it might be the first time. As cold as the ship was he didn't spend any longer without clothes than he had to for showering. He settled back in the water, turning around again.

"Looks like those hurt." Sabine said sympathetically, Ezra shrugged a little.

"Yeah, but not like shrapnel or losing fingers." Ezra pointed out.

"Just don't get any bright ideas to turn this into a competition." Kanan warned him and Ezra laughed.

"No plans for that, don't worry." Ezra relaxed back, feeling a little better about this.

"I think I've sweated long enough." Sabine said, roughly combing her fingers through her damp hair, then she stood. Ezra wasn't expecting her to move so quickly and he didn't look away in time. Then he just stared, Sabine was wrapped from chest to mid thigh in some sort of neutral colored fabric that looked to be shedding the water rather than staying wet.

"You're not naked." Ezra blurted out, then flushed dark. He hadn't intended to say that quite so obviously.

Sabine just gave him a confused look. "No, I'm not. Didn't Zeb tell you about the soak clothes that came with the bath rental?"

"No." Ezra shot the Lasat a dirty look, Zeb just grinned.

"Might, heh, might have slipped my mind. Not like they're required." Zeb sounded far too amused with himself. Ezra aimed a kick at him under water, but with the resistance he was mostly just shoving with his foot.

"Jerk." Ezra still felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment, but as pranks went he had to admit Zeb had gotten him good.