Nakir left the bathroom, he wanted to do what Gadrial had wished. To clean her self up, he would have to plan this slowly and he knew that he would be rewarded for his patience.
"Gab- Gadrial are you sure you will be alright?" he asked through the bathroom door.
"Yes," she answered him in a low voice.
Gadrial had walked to the bathroom sink and she opened the tap at the bathroom sink. She jerked her head back at the blackish water that came from the tap, "Eww..."
She should have known that things would have been different in hell, she sunk to her knees in front of the bathroom rink, 'How am I suppose to clean myself with this?'
This was unacceptable, she didn't belong here in this hell where she had been locked out of her mortal body where she should have returned to earth and had her happy ending.
