Beta Kenneth had walked me back to the cabin. He offered to come inside and keep me company until Zanthus came back, but I had insisted I was fine. I wanted to be alone for a while...until Zanthus came back.
In the meantime I had showered and washed my cheek until it was a bright red colour from all my scrubbing. Even after I washed the saliva away, it felt as if it were still there. My cheek felt tainted. It was pathetic how such a simple action had such huge effects on me. I didn't know if it was the physically disturbing aspect of it all, or the emotional. On the one hand, being spit on is disgusting, but on the other hand it really did wonders to a persons pride.
Both aspects hit me hard.
Even after I finished showering, I took a soapy cloth to my face and wiped my cheek some more.
