“I’ve little doubt.” The words were sincere. With Destiney thus
occupied at the river, Bast moves to at least locate his trousers. It’s
something of a quandary as to how to put them on: his skin is still wet,
making putting clothing on both difficult and uncomfortable, but in
order to dry off he would need to remove the towel from around his
waist.The only option at this point was to wait until he air
dried. Bast pulled his hair over his shoulder and squeezed some of the
moisture out of it. “If I may ask, what does bring you out this way?”
Dest sighed as she rubbed her hands over her face. She didn’t hear the rustle of clothing. Which could only mean he wasn’t dressing. But regardless she didn’t turn around to look because she knew her face was probably still very red. She shook the remaining water droplets from her hands as she stood up.
“I was feeling restless and in need of a walk. I figured I would wander over this way because water is calming. I really hadn’t expected to find you here and…” She coughs and scratches her cheek lightly, still facing away from him so that she wouldn’t be as tempted to touch or stare. “Find you bathing. I really do apologize. I mean I do tend to just randomly find you most of the time anyways. So why not today.” She laughs softly and shrugs. Finally glancing over her shoulder slightly to at least see where he was. Eyes catching sight of the scarring again. It felt like she couldn’t help but be drawn to it.
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