Inside the bathroom, I washed my hands and face, then leaned down and took a quick sniff of myself.
Hmm… not exactly a pleasant scent.
After the man-eating flower had bitten my arm and the wound scabbed over, Zane had brought water from a nearby river, and I’d wiped myself down as best as I could. But now, compared to my face—freshly cleansed with this grassy-scented lotion—the rest of me felt... grimy. Just thinking about it made my skin itch.
The water from the faucet was so clean. So clear...
I didn't bother replying to Ryn. Instead, I squeezed out another pump of the lotion and rubbed it onto my neck. There was a strange man waiting outside, and no matter how uncomfortable I felt, I wasn't about to lift my clothes and wash myself right now. Still, my neck had a few itchy mosquito
