Titania had both of them step into the bath, gently guiding them like a mother tending to her children. With delicate care, she took the time to wash them herself, scrubbing away the dirt and fatigue that clung to their bodies like a second skin. The entire process felt less like cleaning and more like a ritual.
After some time, once their skin had regained its softness and their hair no longer felt coarse with grime, they were led to the clothing department. There, they were dressed in garments of refined quality... fabrics that shimmered faintly under the light.
It didn't take long before they began fidgeting uncomfortably. It was subtle at first, a hesitant glance downward, a tug at a sleeve, a furrow of the brows. They eventually voiced the question I expected. They wanted to know the price.
I didn't answer.
They didn't need to know. Some truths were better left unsaid. As the saying goes, ignorance is bliss—and in this case, it truly was.
