Thread: Avatar [ Bear & Sugo ]

Mizuki didn't have to wait long for Zuko's return, his body popping around a corner just moments later and he seemed... Amused. She wasn't aware of how silly she looked, and she didn't care if his robe was over-sized for her, as it offered her plenty of privacy from prying eyes. She narrowed her eyes at him as she followed him, though he had thought her predicament amusing. The bathing room was not far from where they slept, the entire place damp enough that dew was already clinging to her skin, making his robe do much the same. The far bench held all the supplies she would need to clean herself, including bandages to wrap herself with once she tended to her wounds. She was reluctant to undress in front of him again, but her reluctance was only delaying the inevitable. Her eyes looked away from him as she untied the robe, shrugging it down from her shoulders so that her bare skin was exposed to the air. Her cheeks had turned pink, though from embarrassment or the heat in the room it was hard to tell, her nipples swiftly growing to be perked on her chest. She set the robe in his hands, hesitant to do so, but finally meeting his gaze. Thank you. I will be done in a bit. She didn't wait for him to leave before she walked away, too eager to wash the memories from her body and cleanse herself. She scrubbed her face first, getting the smell of fear and sweat from her skin and refreshing herself. She was trying to avoid the heat of the bath as long as possible, knowing full well that all of her wounds would ache again in the water. But it was something that had to be done. She stepped into the larger wood tub tentatively, lowering herself excruciatingly slow as her muscles all tensed in preparation. There was no preparing for the fresh sting against her brand, the pain so sharp that it brought tears to her eyes and made her cry out softly. Her knees wobbled and she sank the rest of the way into the water against her will, painfully aware of each stripe against her back as her legs shook and she struggled to gain her composure back. Washing herself was a hell in and of itself, the soap cleaning away the dirt but also irritating the wounds, her teeth having to bite her lower lip more than once to stop from making noise. She didn't want any more attention than was necessary to be drawn to her. The last thing she washed was her hair, thankful to feel the grime come free from her locks and get them grow soft again, the shine coming back, though not as bright as before. It was hard to believe that it was the same person that stepped out of the tub than had stepped into it, her skin smooth and pale once again, lightly scented from the water instead of from her own sweat. Her wounds were painful, but not so much now that the water was gone from them. She dried herself off diligently before she wrapped her wounds, hands moving gingerly over the extremely tender flesh. She wasn't an expert by any means of tending to injuries, but she was adept enough that she could care for them. With nothing else to hold her back, she slipped on the bathrobe, bringing the soft, plush fabric up to her cheek to nuzzle it sweetly. She was almost disappointed that it didn't smell like him. Almost. Mizuki was reluctant, but she did return to the room as promised, pushing the door open and stepping inside quietly. I'm back. She announced, unsure of what else to say, And my wounds are dressed, so you can stop pestering me about them. Well, that was more like her.