"Ew," Vyan said, scrunching up his nose at Iyana's heartfelt expression.
"Pardon?" Her face twisted into a storm of anger and annoyance. "What did you just say?"
"You are covered in the saliva of a creature that hasn't cleaned its mouth since the dawn of time, Iyana. What do you think I said?" He cringed, holding her as if she were a radiation-emitting sack.
How dare he? She was fighting tooth and nail to save everyone at the camp for his sake, so he wouldn't get blamed for any casualties, and he had the audacity to be disgusted by her!
Feeling petty, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer. The slick saliva on her clothes smeared onto his. "You are not so clean yourself anymore, either. How about that?"
"Great. Now, we are both ew," Vyan deadpanned.
"Ye—" Suddenly, a big splash of water drenched them both.
They turned to glare at Clyde, who stood there looking unapologetic.
