>>6129299>meant the Asteriteoh, my bad
>>6128745The dawn catches you feeling better. The Asterite is gracious enough to lend you her cabin’s shower.
You come to know this when you catch her stepping out, naked besides the ribbons of steam covering her slender body. She is covered in scars all over. Who knows how deep she wandered into the Borderlands…
“… until the centre,” she replies with a smirk.
“Uh?” You ask with all the sharpness of a mattock. You just woke up, after all.
“It’s what most people ask in their head when they see like this. ‘Where did she get those?’ And ‘How far did she explore to look like that?’. Until the centre, Madama Candente. There is no ‘wheres’ else to go, in the Borderlands.”
You are bit too out of it for this kind of witty retorts. You still need to pray, after all.
“That’s great to know,” you sigh, stepping inside, followed by the Asterite’s chuckle.
Taking off your armour, you take a very quick shower. You doubt that even on the ships of the Throne hot water is in large supply. As you rinse yourself, you check on your scars, those that come from your childhood, those that come from your training… and as your fingers brush against your chest, those that came from your latest mission.
Blessed be Ansàrra, the scar is almost completely gone, leaving just a line of pinkish skin.
You don’t ever want to go back to that Well, unless the Sun-Birther were to demand it.
Once out of the bathroom, you notice you are alone — not even Willow is there. Maybe you should go looking for her, make sure she’s still doing fine. Wonder if the Crow is in the room with you right now… you certainly can’t perceive her.
If she is, this means she’s getting a good eyeful of you, though. Blushing hotter than the scalding water in the shower, you quickly put your clean clothes on, as well as your armour, and walk upstairs on deck.
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