**
Ember walked bare legged downstream looking nothing like a noble lady. Her hair was down, dripping water. Her legs, exposed, while showing way too much skin than was normal.
And underneath the coat that insanely smelt too much of Khaos—a heady mix of ashes, ice and wood—she was wearing nothing. A fact that was supposed to make her feel subconscious yet managed to produce the exact opposite effect.
Khaos was downstream, pacing in hurried steps while he waited for her. And when he saw her, he completely stilled in one place, his eyes lingering on her exposed legs.
Meanwhile Ember walked up to him unabashedly. "I can't exactly go back to Thalor dressed like this now can I?"
He smirked. "Can you not?" He goaded her.
She flipped her wet hair back. "I see your mood has improved. But your color, not so much. Before we talk of leaving, we need to get you some blood bags. Except this is Ravaryn and the gods know where we will find one."
