Mikhail came back to find Azalea fiddling with the beast bones scattered about.
She had taken off the damaged armor and had set it to the side. And, from the looks of it, she was in the middle of fixing it.
'...Guess I'll bother her about that later.'
Mikhail stood around silently for a time before speaking.
"I'm gonna go wash off."
Azalea gave a thumbs up without turning away from the bones, signaling that she had heard him.
Mikhail went back outside at that point, and then scaled the hill that the cave bore into. After making his way across the hill for a short time, Mikhail began taking off his armor. Until he suddenly remembered something that had happened in what felt like a lifetime ago.
The way Yagnar had cleaned him up with a sphere of water.
With an inquisitive hum to himself, Mikhail lifted his hand. And then, golden flames ignited above his palm.
