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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Elena simply observed as he spoke, rather unimpressed with the male it was. His words almost made her want to challenge him to a real fight; he thought she couldn't take him, no doubt. The woman wasn't sure why, but she felt the need to assert herself. She always had; she craved to be untouchable. Maybe it was why he was infuriating her with this situation; she was rendered helpless, everything she despised. The woman followed his lead, noticing how it was rather jagged, aimless. As he turned, Elena almost halted. The word he uttered caused a glow on her collar, which caused her brow to raise. The moment she tried to speak, she noticed her voice didn't come out; and it almost made her stomp her foot in anger. He could shut her up, prevent her from attacking him... What else could he do? It was infuriating.<br/>
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As he explained his method of walking, the female clearly wasn't amused. <i>PERMISSION TO BATHE?</i>  It was a basic need for her, she desired to be clean. The water gave her a sense of peace; not to mention she had a few things she'd like to clean from her body. Traces of him, to be exact. Once he'd mentioned the water, the female was rather jaded. More so than she had been before, which seemed impossible. The woman dropped down to her rear, easing her knees toward her chest as she simply ignored him. Her gaze fell over the cave, where they'd been travelling from. If he was going to abuse her basic needs, then she was going to make it harder for him. Sure, she couldn't escape, but she didn't have to put up with it. Oh, how she wished to be home. She never should've taken the mission. </span>