Hearing the two women's blatant defense, Narin's face twitched, but she forced herself to smile anyway.
The other woman chimed in, "Gara provided a whole barrel of water—one hundred liters—for the Liner camp, free of charge."
"Now we can finally bathe properly!"
"And no more worrying about dying of thirst."
"For real?!" Even Narin was stunned.
She, too, longed for a bath without obsessing over every drop she used.
Liners were only rationed ten liters of water each, the same amount given to villagers. From that, they still had to set aside some for cooking.
If not for the extra shares she often begged off Loka and a few of the men, she wouldn't have been able to keep up her fresh, flawless appearance, her silky hair especially.
Narin's eyes gleamed with greed. If she could get her hands on that full hundred liters for herself, she could actually soak in a bath.
