SERAPHINE POV
Okay.
I was done.
Emotionally done. Physically done. Spiritually done. Cosmetically EXTREMELY done.
Imagine fighting demon spiders the size of cottages, exploding them with accidental nuclear-fart-Qi, then being marinated in green goo for forty minutes.
Yeah.
I deserved a nap.
And a cookie.
Anyway, the river was magical, glowing like some celestial bath bomb, and THANK ALL DEITIES that Coffi—my queen, my guard, my emotional support menace—scrubbed demon goo off my back with a soap she made from goat milk and lavender.
Sir Alex also helped rinse my hair, which was…
Look, I have dignity, okay? I will NOT discuss how close he was or how nice he smelled even after a battle.
But let me tell you: If I had the energy to flirt, I would've bullied him into turning red again.
Joff brewed tea (bless him),
Coffi braided my hair (queen),
Jin and Chubby were STILL picking up hearthstones from the exploded spider carcasses, whispering like greedy children.
