Ch 11: Gray and vanisa has bathing in the river
As the afternoon sun began to sink lower, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape, Gray stretched his arms out, feeling the weariness of the battle catching up to him. He glanced at the fading sunlight, the sky now painted in hues of orange and pink, and then at his clothes, still covered in the orcs' thick green blood.
"I think I'm going to wash myself in that river nearby," Gray said, his voice tired but calm, pointing toward the shimmering stream that flowed just past the line of trees.
Vanisa, still lingering close to his side, perked up immediately, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. "Let's go together!" she said, her voice cheerful and full of warmth.
Gray blinked, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he registered her words. "T-Together?" he stammered, his mind flashing through several awkward scenarios. But seeing her earnest expression, he could only nod, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. "Sure, together…"