Arwen's brows furrowed when she saw how red and swollen his lips looked, like they were being rubbed and scrubbed mercilessly. "I already saw you like this. Are you still not going to tell me?"
Aiden's fingers curled into fists, hesitation flickering across his face. Guilt burned in his gaze as he finally muttered, "I was just cleaning."
"Cleaning?" she repeated, squinting her eyes at him, looking unconvinced. "Like this?" She turned and gestured towards the bathtub that was still filled with fresh water. "You haven't even stepped into that."
Aiden looked away, avoiding her eyes. "I was cleaning my mouth," he said quietly, and she turned to look at him, confused.
"Huh?"
He didn't respond, and her confusion deepened —until she followed his line of sight and noticed the tube of toothpaste discarded in the corner.
She removed her hand from his face and walked over to pick up the tube. It was more than half empty, though she had seen it almost full earlier.
