Lynn stood under the shower head, allowing the hot water to pour over her face.
She supposed that someone had sponge-bathed her while she was hospitalized, but in all other regards, this was her first proper shower since she'd fought with the other Damian Roswald. No matter how much she scrubbed, more grime still loosened from her skin and beneath her nails, trickling down the drain in a grayish stream.
Using the Aspect of Vigor had healed the worst of her injuries, but, as was usual for that particular Aspect, she'd been left with a litany of bruises that could only be healed with time.
Lynn sighed and pressed her forehead against the cold tiles.
I got my ass kicked by one old man.
The steaming-hot water trickled over the mottled burn of her Sacrifice, making her wince. Her naked body bore white scars from her clash with Damian, and purplish bruises from Gunther's thrashing; but it was her ego that stung most of all.