Dad throws a set of robes at us he had tucked under his arms and walks back towards the guard tower. “Come in after you put those on,” he calls over his shoulder.
I looked at Paul who was rubbing his face and scratching at the scruff on his chin. It’s so long it can’t even be considered scruff. He has a beard. How long were we out of it?
“That was…weird,” Paul muttered, getting to his feet with a grunt.
He walks over to grab the robes then strides over to me. He helps me to my feet, then wraps the first robe around my shoulders before wrapping the other around himself. He stretches his limbs while I fasten my robe, his robe still hanging open. My attention is momentarily on his impressive physique. He laughs, breaking me from my impure thoughts, and fastens his belt.
“I feel grimy, an
