The hot water was the best thing that had happened to me in months. I stood there longer than necessary and didn't feel guilty about it. Not even a little. The wasteland left a kind of grime that refused to leave, a combination of dust and sweat.
Wip had spent that time exploring the room. I could hear the small sounds of her paws moving across different surfaces, tapping objects as if she were classifying them into categories.
Bed, acceptable. Wall, not a rock. Table, promising but flat. She was conducting a thorough inspection, probably taking mental notes for her review later. Three stars, there's no rocks.
I sat down on my bed, and pulled up my stats.
Strength: 13
Agility: 14
Constitution: 13
Intelligence: 16
Wisdom: 5
Luck: 8
Sixteen in intelligence, my highest stat. That tracked with how often I'd used Sense in the wasteland.
Agility at fourteen. That one refused to budge. I hadn't even done much running this time, but a secret breakthrough would have been nice.
