All night, Kaya tossed and turned, unable to shake the thought from her mind—did she really need the oil, or could she manage without it?
At first, she tried to convince herself it wasn't urgent. But then she remembered how the cold always made her skin crack and itch, how her scalp felt tight, and her hair turned into a frizzy, unmanageable mess. She couldn't just whip up a cream or lotion to fix it.
Sure, she came from a modern world, but it's not like she'd ever memorized those long, complicated skincare tutorials. She wasn't some chemist who knew how much shea butter or beeswax or whatever to melt down for a body butter. And honestly, who has time to read the back of a jar and remember it line by line?
She let out a frustrated sigh. Even if she tried, she had no clue how to make a proper cream. And the meat lard? Ugh. It was too much—greasy, sticky, and heavy. She couldn't eat them all the time anyway.
