Ordon Finnegan guided them toward the downstream of the oasis, far from the crowd, quiet and peaceful.
A bright crescent moon quietly rose overhead, illuminating the desert night.
The moonlight melted into the clear river water, stirring with an exceptional charm and tenderness.
Along the riverbank, sparse Euphrates poplar trees drooped their branches, lush and abundant, stretching their arms into the water.
"The water quality here is very clean, and you've both been traveling all day, so you can relax and rest here," Ordon Finnegan politely told them.
It was genuinely well-intentioned.
Ella Lacey immediately understood his meaning, he was suggesting that she and Arthur take a bath in the river.
She squatted down, taking a close look at the water's surface under the moonlight, with ripples gently lapping, sparkling like crushed diamonds, charming and beguiling.
She really felt an urge to jump in for a refreshing bath.
