Afena was somewhat confused by her feelings as she undressed to step under a short waterfall that nonetheless ran with an abundant quantity of water. It was lucky that, despite the snowings, the water had not frozen yet. Unluckily, getting rid of the breath with which Treni infused her scars would be extremely miserable for the shivering Inarenta.
As she prepared mentally for the experience of showering with freezing cold water until the breath was gone, Afena thought about her scars. It would have been all the easier to simply get rid of them, but she liked them, and Treni had defiled them, it felt like.
Mercyhowl lay nearby, watching his mother as she stood on at the foot of the small tumble of water, ready to get into the falling curtain of liquid.
"Mother?"