Sticks? How dโyou wipe yourself off with a stick? That sounds uncomfortable.
[ They descend into the communal baths. Itโs not a spa as rifters might think of it, but itโs still more high-tech than anything she grew up with: thereโs a cold pool and a hot one, the latter fueled by running water and pipes and furnaces and a hum of warmth. Grabbing a worn nub of soap and a linen towel from the communal supplies, Astrid starts to shuck her clothes.
Itโs unabashed and matter-of-fact: kicking off her boots and shedding her layers with no self-consciousness nor any attempt at seductive flourish. Her clothes are tossed into a chaotic pile on the dry side of the room, eventually exposing bare skin, long limbs, functional but half-starved muscle, and nicks and scars across her body but likely not as many as him— she finally wades into the pool and sinks in as deep as she can go, whole body submerged, her face barely above the waterline, with a satisfied sigh. ]
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[ They descend into the communal baths. Itโs not a spa as rifters might think of it, but itโs still more high-tech than anything she grew up with: thereโs a cold pool and a hot one, the latter fueled by running water and pipes and furnaces and a hum of warmth. Grabbing a worn nub of soap and a linen towel from the communal supplies, Astrid starts to shuck her clothes.
Itโs unabashed and matter-of-fact: kicking off her boots and shedding her layers with no self-consciousness nor any attempt at seductive flourish. Her clothes are tossed into a chaotic pile on the dry side of the room, eventually exposing bare skin, long limbs, functional but half-starved muscle, and nicks and scars across her body but likely not as many as him— she finally wades into the pool and sinks in as deep as she can go, whole body submerged, her face barely above the waterline, with a satisfied sigh. ]