Sol washed her hands in the pristine waters of the lake. She looked at the clear lake water as it cleaned the blood, grime and dirt off of her hands. She sighed in regret as she tried to clear her mind as well, but was unable to do so.
They had continued travelling along the shoreline and had taken a mandatory stop. Sol's wounds were no joke and needed to be tended to, at least once in a while. She was recovering quickly, a lot more quickly than the average person, and perhaps even faster than Lua, but still, it wasn't nearly enough.
The large wound on her right arm had pretty much closed up. She was still reluctant to remove the leather however, as she worried she might open up the blood tap once more.
Fren and Sol hadn't been talking much. They were both wondering what had happened to Lua, and despite Sol and Lua's similar personalities, she hadn't been able to establish a similar connection with Fren.
