The females were somewhat evasive because of Aunt Naima's problem.
Aunt Naima waved her hand as if she didn't notice, "Let's not worry about that anymore, let the orcs deal with the troubling matters. We just need to take care of ourselves."
Then, standing up, she said, "Come on, let's go to the bathroom to wash up. How can you stand being covered in this black mud?"
Having been reminded by Aunt Naima, the female orc seemed to suddenly regain her senses, frowning deeply at the tight feeling of the dried mud on her skin and the faint odors emanating from it.
She climbed down from the kang bed and followed Aunt Naima out of the room.
"My little cub…"
Aunt Naima lifted the beast skin curtain on the door, "Come on out, the little one is asleep. The shaman said the little guy is still young, was frightened yesterday, and needs to rest well."
A pang of heartache flashed through the eyes of the female orc as she followed Aunt Naima out of the room.