Devotion settled into the river, calmly beginning to wash himself up. It had been some time since he'd been able to take some time to himself, and especially to clean up. It was incredibly relaxing.
One by one, Devotion cleaned out each of his wounds, wiped the dried blood off of all of his clothes and skin, and wiped his face down.
"Alright, Ysmir, what's she talking about?" Devotion transmit to the fox. It sounded like they were going to have quite the... interesting conversation, Devotion wanted to hear it.
"Sorry, I swore an oath to not tell." Ysmir responded. If Devotion had a drink, he would have spit it out in shock.
"What the hell are you talking about? How can you even swear an oath? You can't even say anything to her!" Devotion raged back. What the hell had gotten into Ysmir?
