Ordon Finnegan guided them toward the downstream of the oasis, a place far from the crowds, quiet and peaceful.
Above their heads, a crescent of bright moonlight silently rose, illuminating the night of the vast desert.
The moon's molten glow leapt into the clear river water, particularly touching and tender.
Along the riverside, sparse poplar trees drooped, each branch lush and stretching its arms into the water.
"The water here is very clean. You both have traveled a long way today, so feel free to relax and refresh yourselves here," Ordon Finnegan said to them politely.
It was an offer that came from genuine kindness.
Ella Lacey instantly understood his implication—they were being suggested to take a bath in the river.
She crouched down, closely inspecting the water's surface under the moonlight, where light ripples shone with the sparkle of broken diamonds, charming and alluring.
She indeed felt an irresistible urge to jump in for a satisfying wash.
