"Give me your hands, Arinya," Fenric said and I turned to him.
We left the hut with no issues, and I felt even more satisfied, having spat at the face of that elder with words he couldn't make a comeback with.
"What about my hands?" I asked, though bringing them forward.
Fenric took out a leather keg. Ah, it was more crude than the one I saw in movies but it was impressive given the times we were in.
It was like a water pouch.
"This is the water I got earlier."
I didn't even know he successfully got the water in that commotion. I probably didn't expect him to have something like a leather water pouch. Wait, did I expect him to come running back with water in his cupped hands?
I laughed softly and felt the water fall lightly on my hands.
"You touched the salt, so you must hate the feeling in your hands." He said as he began rinsing my hand gently. "With this, you won't feel that way anymore."
