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"I didn't say to not fight," Anaree said sighing away her frustration and sadness. For the briefest of moments the girl's eyes dropped down to his mouth. A curious and raging urge wanted her to just lean forward the few necessary inches. Anaree blinked and began to wipe away the blood, dirt, and grime away from Nachytsm's face.

"You can still fight but you have to take care of yourself too, Nachytsm. I won't allow you to go around looking like this anymore, and I want you to promise me that you will take better care of your body to the best of your ability," Anaree said as she gently but firmly took away the filth around his eyes.

Anaree receeded into her thoughts as she washed Nachytsm. It was an easy method of dunking the cloth in the water, standing back on the stood, and removing the caked blood on him. Her strokes were tender but rough when a particularly thick cake of dark matter stuck to Nachytsm. Anaree did his neck, shoulders, his remaining arm, and then down to his chest.

Her eyeslids dipped to conceal the change of her irises. They had turned to the darkest shade of blue imaginable once more. Anaree felt a strange enthrallment overcoming her senses as she watched droplets of water slide down his chest. The girl's eye dilated so drastically that her eyes almost matched Nachytsm's in color.

Anaree paused. She was breathing like she had just ran miles and miles. Her body trembled. There was a noticeable ache and want deep inside her core. It was the first time Anaree had ever felt anything like it in her life. She wanted to wrap every inch of her flesh around Nachytsm's. Anaree thought about how it would feel to have his muscles working above her body as they-...

Anare blinked and dropped the stained cloth in her hands. She looked over the mostly clean Nachytsm in wonderment and amazement, but her face was perplexed too. She was attempting to understand something inside her mind.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Anaree bent down while her eyes locked onto Nachytsm. Her gaze feasted on him and commited each detail to her memory as her hand reached out for something near.

Her fingers wrapped around the pail and Anaree stood up again. She ran her tongue along her lower lip to wet it before she dumped the bucket of freezing water over herself. Anaree gasped and dropped the metal pail as she stood soaking wet in front of Nachytsm.

She took a few deep breaths of air and laughed.