After she returned, her clothes in one hand a spare, ragged towel in the other, she watched him step towards her with a smile. After returning his quick kiss—she’d never get used to that amazing feeling— she went on her way to the bucket of water he had heated for her. Glancing around and making sure no one was in sight, she carefully stripped down to nothing, hanging her clothes on a hook on the wall. She started by gently scrubbing her skin, the various cuts and scrapes she had beginning to bleed for only a moment as she wiped away the grin and dirt. After she had cleaned her body to satisfaction she took a smaller bucket, filling it up and pouring the water over her dark hair, closingher eyes as it flowed down her back. She took a little bit of the soap and made some bubbles before massaging them into her surprisingly silky locks, making sure to scratch away the sand. She rinsed, ringing her hair out before pouring the rest of the water over her body to give herself a final washdown. She stood there for a moment, leaning against the side as she dripped before she eventually shook herself off to the best of her ability. She shook water from her hair before wrapped the old towel around her body, stepping out and runnin it across her skin to wipe away the water. After, she pulled her clean clothes on and walked inside to where Carson was.<br/><br/>Her damp hair hung down her back, now that her skin was dirt and sand free, It looked smoother, she had less of a darker complexion the dirt would give her. She looked clean. She knew he was focusing, but she walked over, sitting down next to Carson, watching his blank face as he went through the motions. She leaned against his arm, staring down at what it was he as putting together. “What are you doing?” She asked, curious. She knew he wanted to find Oliver’s killer, but she hoped he agreed to let her come as well. If he didn’t, well.. she’d go anyways. “We should figure out a plan, I’ll let the other runners know you know about us now, hopefully they don’t strike me down for that.” She laughed softly. She couldn’t help it, she reached over and ran her fingers over the now smooth skin of his jawline. It was strange, but he looked incredible either way.<br/><br/>She had a thought st the back of her mind that he didn’t actually sleep well, but either he didn’t want to share or he didn’t remember, she didn’t press