all washed up

She sighed her response softly, feeling as relieved as he was to be clean from the ocean’s dregs. He closed his eyes as she helped him clean the excess from his face, the feeling of her soft tongue a comfort that reminded him of home. Whatever or wherever home was. He relaxed there under the waterfall, the water was unseasonably warm, but not much of a surprise for how tropical this place really was. With his eyes closed and Shaye so close he felt for a moment like he was reliving an old memory, but just as his mind reached out to grab it, the mirage disappeared. Like the harder he tried to remember, the less progress he made.

His own sigh of contentment left him as she pulled away from his now, sand and salt free features. Blinking open blue and lavender eyes he gazed at her once more. She was so frustratingly familiar, and yet he had no idea why. Where had they come from? What were they to one another? Why were they here? The questions would remain a mystery that he didn’t know how to solve.

Rhyme tried to ignore the feeling of unknown as Shaye spoke again, they really needed to get dry and have a good sleep. He did feel the exhaustion of almost drowning in the ocean so there was no fight against the course of action. Except from the rumbling of his belly in protest. ”No matter how hungry I am, we should have a good sleep first. We won't catch anything if we’re too tired and worn out to complete a real hunt.” He could sleep on an empty belly, he could probably sleep through anything right now.