Aya's POV
Enikil wasn't in the hut when I got home, so I busied myself with washing the blood saturated cloth packs and with trying to get the blood out of my white clothing.
Back behind my hut, I knelt down in front if a wash tub in an old pale blue, threadbare kimono that I got from a kind neighbor when I first arrived here. As carefully as I could, I scrubbed the material of my kimono shirt, but it just didn't want to let go of the blood. Sighing heavily, I blew the stray strands of hair from my face in frustration.
