Ruined

Why was she so adamant about helping her? "Really, you don't need to go to the trouble." She was perfectly capable of cleaning herself if she wanted to. Io almost began to refuse, but the voice of Sirius asking her to befriend the woman rang through her mind. With an inward grumble and a curse towards her adopted sibling, the little fae rose and sulked towards the stream. Shrugging out of her pack, Io nosed into one of the small front pockets. She pulled out a chunk of homemade soap, scented lightly with hyacinth. It was going to be a gift to Deathbelle, but she'd thoroughly embarrassed herself after their last meeting and would likely not be seeing the woman for a while.

Padding out into the stream, Io deposited the soap upon a somewhat flat rock while she began to wet her small frame. She didn't want to be wet. She didn't want to get clean. Being clean wouldn't wash the wounds from her face. But, here she was, doing things that she didn't want to for the sake of others. Meh.