Aryan took a deep breath, he straightened his back as Jihan stood up.
"Well," said the young man, "if we do nothing, this iron mask will forever cover my face."
"So?"
"You have any good ideas?"
"How about we just do it in the river?"
"In the river?" Aryan repeated. "You mean that the heat caused by the Fire Sap will be slightly reduced by the cold water of the river?"
Jihan smiled with a shrug of her shoulders. "There's no harm in trying right? That's all I could think of."
"No problem," said Aryan. "Your idea is great. Alright, shall we go now?"
"A moment!"
Jihan gave the glass bottle to Aryan, and she went back into her hut to get something. It was only a moment and Jihan had returned to meet Aryan in front of the hut.
Aryan smiled because the girl was carrying two chilled roasted cassava wrapped in taro leaves.
"You haven't had breakfast, have you?"
