Mordeu advanced forward to see clearly the horrid act of injustice the humans were carrying out on the veil, and by doing so, Cillian successfully inhaled a strong whiff of his smell and turned his head toward the direction.
All he saw was damp hair clinging to his nape, swollen lips, long eyelashes, and a chiseled jawline as sharp as his own sword.
Mordeu had his eyes forward, staring at the veil, and Cillian had his eyes pinned on him, scrutinizing every little detail, a conclusion already arriving in his head regarding where he had been all morning.
The sudden presence of the elf beside him only proved that his suspicion was quite accurate. There surely could be no other reason why the two of them would appear soaked through.
They had gone swimming.
And for their clothes to be dry, it meant they had swum naked.
With a frosty countenance, he turned his face back to the veil.
