(And until he's sure it's safe and proper, he won't turn around to face her again. It will take a ridiculous amount of time until he finds it appropriate to look again, thanking God that his jacket is now covering her. The crimson blood in his cheeks has already subsided, and he can pay attention as he attempts to dry his suit to the best of his ability, as well as the long hair.
It sounds like a great fantasy story, but it's nothing but the truth, isn't it? He'd read the hell out of that book, and in turn, it fascinates him that something like this exists elsewhere.)
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(And until he's sure it's safe and proper, he won't turn around to face her again. It will take a ridiculous amount of time until he finds it appropriate to look again, thanking God that his jacket is now covering her. The crimson blood in his cheeks has already subsided, and he can pay attention as he attempts to dry his suit to the best of his ability, as well as the long hair.
It sounds like a great fantasy story, but it's nothing but the truth, isn't it? He'd read the hell out of that book, and in turn, it fascinates him that something like this exists elsewhere.)
Can you do it? Purify the water?