<em>"Deima n'aphra ei kisa m'oue youma...."</em><br/><br/>Lifting her hands, the slight girl stroked the clothing slowly, lifting each piece and caressing it.  Dust, grime and oils fell away like rain, to slowly gather near the pool as she coaxed the spirits of the air, the earth, the fire and the water to do her bidding.  when she was done their clothing was clean and fresh.  The spell would last some short time, so Ruhk gathered the dagger from the pool and dried it; the others she also washed and cleaned and dried as well.  Only then did she slide from the water, her bleeding hand still dripping crimson now and again.<br/><br/>Slowly she bound the wound and dressed, then slowly carried a cloth to dry her sister with.  She did not nuzzle her affectionately, despite the desire to do so.  someone might see, and might take offense in this temple.  Ruhk was not sure what gods truly watched this place, but it would not be strange if they both kept close watch here.  "Do you need me to dress you?"