Unable to find anywhere in the stream deeper than her stomach, Arden splashes some water on herself and kneels in the stream, rubbing off the grime of travel, but finds it strangely difficult to keep her eyes from straying to Jacques. She blushes at his offer to help; a winsome smile crossing her girlish face as she ponders it, imagining his large hands sliding over her body. "Well... there are some places that are hard to clean..." Arden begins, noticing Jacques' hands washing between his thighs, and her eyes lingering briefly on the black girth of his manhood, "..but, m-maybe I should h-help you first?" She stutters a little as she moves slowly towards him.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Arden thought she caught a sweet smell in the air, and heard a plop and a little squeal. She turns around to spot a small elf girl, apparently jotting something down in a book!? Arden blushes and covers her prominent bosom with one arm, eying the girl curiously but unable to spout out any words...