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The white cloak was handed off to Shafir, and he nodded. If he could mend this split before they head off again, it would be good. If something happened and they got into a fight, Shafir didn't want anyone using the hole to grab Eliqinor. 

"Tent is done. I will go wash up." Eliqinor said as he finished stringing up the tent. Shafir waved his hand behind him as he found a fallen log to sit on. Leaves crunched as Eliqinor stalked off into the woods to the river and Shafir pulled out a small sewing kit from the pouch on his belt. One thing he still enjoyed that his mother taught him was how to sew. It was practical in all ways, including fixing clothes and emergency patches.

The silver needle moved in and out of the white fabric, peeking out. It was a dangerous thing. Hiding just beneath the surface, one wrong move and the needle would stab him. It felt like the needle had emotions, and he knew how it felt. It was dangerous; the curse lurking just under the surface, ready to strike out and destroy everything. Though the damage a needle did would never be as bad as him falling under his curse. He hated how even thinking about the curse would cause his wrist to act up and scratch at it under his glove. 

The criss-cross pattern of the white thread blended in well with the intricate patterns in the expensive cloak. Shafir had found this material to be annoying and cumbersome to wear. He always opted for something cheaper and easier to move in. He turned the cloak over in his hands and ran his fingers down the golden trim. It must be nice having no cares in the world, he thought before shaking the thought out of his head. With the cloak fixed, he would have to return it to Eliqinor, lest his captain thought he wanted it for himself. 

Shafir stood up and stretched out. It hadn't been too long since Eliqinor had left, but if he was going to wash up, then he should have been done by now. He was only going to wash his face and hands, right? So why would it take him so long? He lumbered across the clearing and walked down the path. He watched his feet, stepping for rocks and broken branches. The dark dirt slowly became light-colored and when he looked up, Shafir was met with a sight he was not expecting. 

N-

Naked!

This crazy fucker was naked! 

Shafir didn't have time to react to the man before him. Eliqinor was standing there in all his glory, well, his naked glory. If Shafir's eyes could bug out of his head, they would have! When Eliqinor said he was going to wash up, Shafir did not know he meant a full bath! For Shafir, washing up on a mission meant basic cleaning of hands and face. BUT ELIQINOR OPTED FOR A WHOLE BATH. How shameless Eliqinor was to take a bath!? Shafir tripped over a rock and kicked into the water, drawing Eliqinor's attention. 

"Shafir?" Eliqinor turned around and looked at Shafir. The parts which had been not facing Shafir were now in full view. While he had seen Eliqinor naked before, especially when they were still squires and using the bathhouse, there was something provocative about this incident. 

Water dripped over rippled muscles and perky ni- Shafir had to look away before he ventured further down. Not that he hadn't accidentally seen it; he didn't want it burned into his skull. A certain tightness built in his chest and slowly in his pants. His eyes widened and his pants became unbearable. There was no way this was getting him h- Shafir shook his head and turned around, placing the cloak next to the rest of Eliqinor's discarded clothing. 

"I-I'll take one after you." Shafir rushed off and heard sloshing water. He didn't turn back because if Eliqinor was chasing after him, he might pass out from embarrassment. Not because of seeing the other naked but because he was so pent up that he got hard seeing the one person he never wanted to see naked! Shafir could hear Eliqinor calling after him, but ignored it and stormed off.