Normally, noon would be considered an unappropriate time for exercise, but given the lack of action around the Demici estate, Imogen decided to traverse into the lush gardens where a pool was to be found - the perfect refreshment in hot Saffian days that marked most of the year on this equatorial part of Serenno. At times like these, the Echani missed the damp and drowsy weather of Corellia much, not being quite comfortable exchanging it for this everlasting summer. Fortunately, the water was substantially colder than the warm ocean bewailing the shores just a few hundred meters away.

Chills were sent down her spine when the fair-haired woman plummeted into the waters of the pool with a loud splash. The sensation induced had relieved her of stress that accumulated over the past few days, the said frustration mostly stemming out of the arrival of a certain Imperial. She could not help but to mull over his words, gloat and relish over her own verbal triumph and the fact she managed to peel of his mask and maim some aggression out of him. On the other hand, she was deeply hurt by his words, mostly because she knew they were the truth. However, their lack of communication over the past few days began to worry her greatly; perhaps he was growing suspicious of her?

''He's read right through you, Rhysode.'' commander cerebrated whilst diving, scooping water to the side to advance towards the far end of the pool. When her hand touched the tiles, she had already used up all of the air in her lungs; a splash marked her ascent towards the surface, her mouth opening to draw in the much needed oxygen.