Jan 23, 2005 23:15
::is taking advantage of the Fen Domar appreciation for cleanliness, cajoled guard into stopping by a small spring on way back from work interrogation detail::
::no real point, can't seem to scrub them from skin, but still-five minutes of something resembling relaxation::
::ducks to pull herbal substitute for soap off nearby stone, casting wary look over shoulder at rustle in foliage::
::always half expects to see Shel lingering within sight::
::takes in deep breath, rubbing skin in soothing circular motions and staring up at tri-moonlit sky::
::tries to relax::