Maybe she'd accept that about herself and let all the mental tie-ups taking place within her head fade away like the scars that would fade away with time. That was the positive side of what could begin to happen. The negative side was much more grim. I may have just sent Trent off to get his head bashed in all over again.
Trent made his way down the game trail not at all sure about his mission. Deshavi was sitting beside a deeper pool. It just so happened to be the same pool of heated water that he and Caleb had used to bathe in. Deshavi looked up at his appearance slightly surprised.
Since the head banging incident she'd lost the deer in the headlights look around him, which he was profoundly grateful for. She was still standoffish with him though. There was simply no way he could do what Caleb had asked him to.
She glanced suspiciously at the clothes under his arm. He set them down near her and then stepping forward handed her the bar of soap. She took it asking a question with her eyes.
"We'll be leaving tomorrow and Caleb thought it would be a good idea, if you availed yourself of all this lovely warm water, before we left by taking a bath, because we don't know when such a luxury might present itself again. You have the soap and here are some fresh clothes and if you need anything I'll be right around the corner."
Trent quickly turned to go, but then turned back reluctantly. "Oh one more thing. I….ah….I need to look at how well your healing up too."
He quickly held up a hand forestalling any words from Deshavi. "I'm sure you can look to see how the stitches in the front are coming along so I don't need to see those unless of course, if something's wrong, than I need to see. All I need to see is your back, as you can't see all of that well for yourself. Well that's it. I'll be around the corner waiting, but don't rush on my account! Feel free to take as long as you like." Trent said, as he quickly backed away.
Deshavi stared after Trent, until he stepped out of view around the corner. She sensed her grandfather's involvement in this. The warm water had been crying out to her though. She slipped off her boots and stepped out into the warm water. She looked at the white bar of soap in her hand. A tear slipped down her face to splash onto the soap bar. How was she ever supposed to wash herself clean with just soap? It wasn't possible so why even try?