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Blood: Sender cleans blood off of the receiver
Wringing the damp rag out she took another pass across his armor. The water stayed warm, its bowl resting on embers that were smoldering just enough to still emit heat, but it was already tinged a translucent pink. It was late, with others already off to their own bed rolls, but still early enough in the night she had energy. Her own armor could be easily dipped in a creek with any more detailed cleaning being held off on until it started effecting her senses, be that touch or smell, so she took to helping her fellow paladin with his. Her efforts were not any more gentle than she would normally be. There wasn't a notable amount of care or kindness to her touches. This interaction, though close, was just as much Minthara as she always was. What brought her to tend to him was her sense camaraderie with him. He was a soldier along side her. She would never call him her brother in arms, she had a brother and held disdain for him even now and did not need another, but he was a comrade who had proven himself in battle to be worthy of at least of the respect she would give a soldier. That respect is what had her come over with warm coals and water, doing so after she had cleaned her weapons off. That respect did not get him meticulous efforts but it did get him clean armor and a clean face if he held still. Minthara was focused as she cleaned and as such hadn't uttered much more than a, "Move here" every so often so she could clean a specific spot or get a better look at him.
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