“Here, take this.” Renard turned him and then handed him a grayish lump of soap. “Use it sparingly and give it to whoever follows you into the bathing room. Well, as long as they are one of ours.”
Niall took it, replying with a small grin, “I’m not stupid.”
“I know. I was teasing.” Renard ruffled Niall’s hair, then patted his butt, telling him to get moving.
It felt luxurious, being able to finally bathe, although he had to do it standing in a shallow tub. He removed his braies, dampened and soaped a cloth to wash with, and then wet his hair and washed it as well. When he finished, he poured water over himself from one of the pitchers the inn provided in order to remove the soapy residue. He grimaced when he looked down and saw he was standing in dirty water, and pitied the others who w
