She finished cleaning him, taking her time with it, and then used the same bucket to rinse him off as well.  His words pulled at something in her, and though she wanted to imagine some destiny or chance at happiness, it seemed like he had no such hope.  “Shadows need some kind of light to exist.”  She said, a comment on his metaphor.  She cupped his cheek and held his gaze for a moment, before she stepped out of the tub and searched for a towel.<br/><br/>There were some stacked in a nearby closet.  The top towel was dust-covered, but the ones beneath it seemed to have endured well.  She pulled two out, setting one aside for him and began to dry her own body.  Vara struggled to work through everything she was filling and after a moment, she spun on him, her brow furrowed.<br/><br/>“If it’s all going to end like that, then why is any of this even worth trying?”  It was a question that weighed heavily on her.  Everything felt suddenly hopeless, or at least, she felt like he saw it that way.  If the assumption was that they were going to fail anyway, she might as well return to Blackvayne, see if her parents were alive and accept whatever punishment he felt she deserved.  Still, they had a connection.  Geraint did not have to believe that was fate or something, but it was there.  “Sorry, it just seems rather...pointless, when you put it that way.”