There wasn't much talk after the ice cold incident on the glacier, a tension sat within the group and no one had anything to say, merely glances to mother and daughter, and pinched noses to keep out the smell, they were both painted in the stench.
Back in Anna's cabin Alice and Eyvor was shown the bathroom and a deep large bath was filled with warm water so they could wash off the dry muck, Eyvor insisted she bathe with Alice, so they could at least wash each other's backs.
Alice didn't care, still in a sorrowful slump, but as Eyvor calmly brushed her arms she watched Alice scrub, the blood sat sank hard to her skin and occasionally one had to grease it a little for it to be removed.
Alice though got frustrated over that and Eyvor saw it, she clenched her teeth vigorously rubbing with the sponge.
"Off..." She said and scrubbed again "Get off me you bastards!"
"Mother!" Eyvor said grabbing her hand.
