Waterlogged

Shivering, Aara beckons Two to follow her into her room.

"That was some job!" He exclaims, pushing his damp hair off him face. "We actually breathed under water! And fought...whatever they were! Four that was amazing!"

"It was," she says tiredly. "Although you were a bit unhelpful."

He grins sheepishly and goes to help her out of her wet leather. "Good thing this is waxed," he says. "It should be fine."

"Just help me out of it," she sighs. "And I'll need you to bandage these wounds, too."

"I'll leave you to your soap. I've had enough suds for today but I'll gladly give you an all over massage when you're done," he grins. Goddard goes into his room and changes before he heads into the common room to wait and relax.

"There they are," Goddard says, finally spotting them in the crowd. "And look. They are either drunk or worked something out."

"That's a long list," he chuckles. "Wait..." he says, narrowing his eyes. "You won't care? So you do care?"

Goddard lets her go but remains sitting on the ground. "But...you hate him. I thought he'd be the worst."

"Whatever you say," he shrugs with a grin. "You're going to let Two recognize his ability before you? Tsk."