"Your cat needs a name," I muse as we exit the woods and our feet sink into the sand. "She"s Callie-Cat, but now she"s her own person, so to speak."
Perhaps it"s the wrong thing to do to talk about something so frivolous after what we"ve just seen, but part of me wants to take her mind off things, at least until we can have showers. She may have cleaned us with magic, but none of us are naive enough to think that"ll be enough. We need to scrub ourselves clean under water hotter than we should subject ourselves to.
And considering the three of us all run at a higher temperature than most humans, and even a lot of witches, that"s very hot water.
veryCallie steps over a small log and catches up to me as the sound of the crashing waves seems to surround us, their lull almost peaceful after
