[Aubrey whistles, wryly amused. She’s doing pretty swell for only taking a couple hits to the gut; oh, there will be bruises, but she subjects herself to sword-spars every day at dawn. Her instructor doesn’t go easy and she likes it that way. This is nothing.]
Look, I’ll be honest with you. If there are showers around here, I haven’t seen them. I can hose you down, though. [Only half joking. She crosses her hands behind muddy hair, fixing her bow in an act of futility.] Or there’s an ocean down the cliff from here. Your call.
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[Laundromat? Oh, buddy.
[Aubrey whistles, wryly amused. She’s doing pretty swell for only taking a couple hits to the gut; oh, there will be bruises, but she subjects herself to sword-spars every day at dawn. Her instructor doesn’t go easy and she likes it that way. This is nothing.]
Look, I’ll be honest with you. If there are showers around here, I haven’t seen them. I can hose you down, though. [Only half joking. She crosses her hands behind muddy hair, fixing her bow in an act of futility.] Or there’s an ocean down the cliff from here. Your call.