all washed up

Me, too” she said with a relieved sigh. The water felt good on her sore muscles, and feeling clean… well. Weirdly enough, it was the first time she could ever remember being clean. She enjoyed the sensation of the waterfall on her back as Rhyme joined her. She studied him for a moment. Her eyes flicked across his features. Searching for something, some hidden meaning in his existence and her memory of him. Looking at him was like looking at Home, and it left a strange yearning inside of her. Cruel, considering she hadn’t the faintest idea who he was to her.

After a moment, she sat on her haunches. Grateful for the shallow water before brushing her tongue around his ears and under his eyes. Cleaning away the last traces of their castaway fate. That done, she leaned back again and found her eyes examining the water around him. No sign of blood, or indication of an injury she had missed under all the sand. “We should probably get ourselves dry and look for a place to sleep. We can see how good the hunting is in the morning?” she suggested, bringing her gaze back to his eyes to see if he would suggest hunting sooner. She could feel some hunger pangs, but ultimately she wanted to rest. Perhaps in the morning, her body would feel less abused.


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